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sunaswife · 2 months

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NSFW HCS + my personal Aki sex headcanons

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, teasing, toxicity, voyeurism, spanking, mentions of dying, overstimulation, spit, cum eating, possessiveness, stygiophilia, pegging

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Neck kissing. He spends an ungodly amount of time just kissing your neck, heat radiating off your aroused skin as his lips reach for every inch that’s been left untouched. “So soft,” He mumbles as he leaves a line of gentle kisses in his lips wake. Aki lets his fingers dip into your damp panties as he continues, moaning only when you moan because he gets absolute satisfaction only when you do. Aki would kiss your neck gently as he fingers work furiously inside of you and stay that way for hours, until you ask for him to finally fuck you properly.

Consent. “Is it okay if I pull your hair a little?” He croaks, fingers playing with your strands hesitantly. Aki plants his face in your neck and laves his tongue over the beating pulse that rests just under your feverish skin. When you give him the go ahead, he sits up and fucks you hard from behind properly, fingers snaking between each strand. Your scalp burns as he yanks on your hair like reins. “Don’t even know why I bother asking. We both know you want it to hurt.”

Cumming untouched. He’s got no clue what it is about you that brings this out in him. No other woman can have him jizzing his pants before he’s even touched himself. It’s so easy with you and you like the power, and he knows that you like it. You stare down at him, his face dripping between your legs while he’s on his knees – so long that they’re bruising a bit. Your taste getting him off, every drop of your juices incredibly welcome on each of his taste buds. He cums in his pants while he’s eating you out, not even having a chance to lay a finger on his cock. Aki cums so hard before you’ve even touched him. “‘M sorry.” Every cell in his body burns as each one tells him to apologize for cumming so easily. He can’t help it, such a sweet little puppy. “You have no idea what you do to me though.” He moans around a mouthful of your pussy. Your scent really gets him hard again in no time.

Dacryphilia. I don’t mean to make him such a sissy but he cries during sex. He tries to play it cool when he first feels his eyes stinging with fresh tears. Aki grunts on top of you, your legs wrapped securely around his waist while he fucks you. You usually notice the tears pretty quickly though. He’s not as good at hiding his emotions as he thinks he is though. His hips stutter and he starts fucking you more desperately than before. “Love the way you feel, baby. Can’t help it.” Sometimes he just can’t believe that you’re so good, can’t believe that he’s actually with someone like you. You squeeze him tighter, your legs and your walls enveloping his cock, and leave kisses on his forehead so that he knows that it’s okay.

Voyeurism. Aki would let Angel watch you guys fuck. They’re best friends. They do everything together anyway. Angel expresses himself pretty openly. “Honestly,” His monotone hits your ears while the three of you drink together at your’s and Aki’s apartment. “I can’t imagine this one being any good in bed, as uptight as he is.” And Aki kind of takes that personally. “Wanna see for yourself?” And maybe it’s the alcohol for you but, when they look to you expectantly for permission, you begin stripping your clothes away like it’s nothing. You find yourself in such a compromising position, your boyfriend balls deep inside of you and his work partner standing over your two naked bodies with his lithe cock in his fist. “You two are so good together.” Angel chokes out a moan, hunger in his devilish eyes – the desire to join almost too strong to resist. “Why don’t you moan Angel’s name for us?” Aki smiles into the rough fuck, going a little farther and pleasantly surprised when you obey them.

Pet names. He likes being called baby. You hug him close to your chest, soft skin of your tits resting against his cheeks. It’s like his own personal heaven. He promises that it’s just going to be for a few minutes. “Had a long day at work.” And he really needs your warmth. “Just a few minutes and then I’ll fuck you like you deserve.” But a few minutes pass like nothing. An hour, an hour and a half, two hours pass like sand through your fingers. He started holding you close like a teddy bear and snoring fifteen minutes into the cuddle. Even in his sleep, Aki can most certainly hear your sweet voice hitting his ears. “Get your rest, baby.” You kiss his forehead and settle in to sleep for the night as well.

Spanking. Aki has no issue with giving you control. But sometimes, he catches you abusing your power and that simply won’t do. He’s totally fine with you being his dominant, fucking loves the idea of being your baby. Just the image of you stepping on him (cliché as it is) gets him rock hard at his damn desk at work. “The fuck did you just call me?” He asks, easing out of you and letting you out of the tight as hell mating press. You try to keep your expression neutral. Aki doesn’t scare you in the slightest. You allow your lip to quiver at his next words, knowing exactly what it’s going to get you. “Maybe you need a reminder of who’s really in charge here.” Your boyfriend mutters, snapping his fingers and pointing to his naked lap for you to bend over – ass in the air. “You don’t get to call me your little bitch, got that? Only one of us has that privilege and, mommy, it’s not you.” His hand stings against your ass, sure to leave a print there for days for him to enjoy anytime you walk around the house in nothing but one of his shirts.

Multiple orgasms. Aki is, by nature, a giver before all else. He’ll go rounds, neglecting his own needs just to be sure that your needs are met over and over again. He won’t admit it out loud but he loves it when you lay back and allow him to lavish you the way that you deserve. You come down quickly from your seventh orgasm (you’ve lost count honestly). You’re not surprised that he’s been able to fuck you thoroughly through all of these orgasms and not cum himself (he works so hard on self-control to be able to please you beyond your imagination) but, “I’m proud of you, baby.” You let out a shaky breath and nod to him. "It’s your turn now.”

Face-fucking. But when you tell him that you’re more than satisfied, that he can finally take what he needs – he does just that. He loses himself in your mouth. “Relax your jaw.” Aki demands, cock hitting your uvula. “Ah, ah fuck!” And he’s already been edging himself all night. You’re tasting his cum on your tongue in no time. He’s spent pretty quickly and falls back on the mattress to catch his breath. “So good baby. Always so good for me.” It’s all he can manage through the ragged breaths and while still riding the waves of his orgasm but his praise kink hits you full force and your heart swells as you envelope your boyfriend in your embrace.

Spit. Sometimes he doesn’t swallow when you squirt in his mouth, rather crawling back up your body and taking your jaw in his hands. He watches you breath heavily, tired from a rocking orgasm and spits your own fluids back In your mouth. “Swallow it all. I’ve been so kind to share. That stuff is more precious than gold. Tastes good doesn’t it? How does it feel? Tasting your own cum like this?” When he’s not letting himself be babied by you, Aki can be such a pervert. His thumb holds your lips together and his forceful eyes demand that you swallow everything he’s given to you – a sticky mixture of your own cum and his spit.

Possessiveness. Aki likes the idea of people knowing that you’re his, marks your neck up at any given opportunity. You usually find the possessiveness kind of hot but it gets toxic sometimes. Something that really stresses him out is the fact that he knows exactly where he’s going to be in two years (dead) but he has no clue where you’re going to be or who you’re going to replace him with. He can be so insecure sometimes. “Aki, I can’t see into the future. You can though, so deal with your shit.” You curse at him after he’s spent the last two hours grilling you about how dedicated you could possibly be to him after he’s gone. “It doesn’t work like that and you know it. I shouldn’t have to ask Future about how you feel though. You should just be able to tell me. Can’t you just give me a straight answer Y/N?” But not even you know what’s going to happen when he dies. It’s something that was always in the back of both of your minds but you never had the guts to bring it up. Times running out though and you look at your exasperated boyfriend with tearful eyes to be honest with him. “No.” He grits his teeth, damned if you think he could ever rest in peace with the knowledge that you think you could move on at any point. Aki kisses you roughly, hands around your waist as he puts his knee between your legs to pull them apart. “Gonna fuck you so hard that you can never forget about me, even when I’m gone.” He growls.

Stygiophilia. With two years left to live, it leaves him wondering if he should be doing more to ensure rights to heaven but, fuck, it’s hard to be a good boy when he’s got a girl that looks as good as you. Aki stares down at your pretty face, lips stretched around the girth of his throbbing cock. Your tongue pokes out to lick a stripe along a pulsing vein. “Gonna damn me to hell acting slutty like this, y’know.” He doesn’t take things, like his mortality, seriously when you’re on your knees for him though. How the fuck could he? Aki laces his long fingers through your hair to hold your head still so that he can fuck your face without interference. “And, fuck, I’m gonna let you.” No eternal heaven could possibly compare to how good it feels to cum down your eager throat – knowing that his cum will rest securely in your tummy all night.

Pegging. Whatever he can do to make you happy, he lied when you first brought it up to him. He tried so hard to play it off and not let his desire to get fucked show but when you finally get him on all fours and perfectly opened up for you, Aki really turns into a whiny little cockslut. “Ah, mommy…” He drools with his face planted securely into the pillow, back arching prettily. “I’m-” He swallows. “I’m just not gonna last. It’s so good. So deep.” His tears join his saliva on the fabric as he cries while his cock weeps for you. He cums so hard and so much, just like he always does, your good little baby boy.

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sunaswife · 3 months

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Anniversaries - A Solo Arthur Fanfic

Rating: General

Pairing: Arthur/Reader

Words: 1,752

Tags: Character (Reader) death, Reader has she/her pronouns, Angst, Coping, Grief

Music boxes seemed to be curious things, somehow managing to play a few notes of their songs at random hours in the night. It had been more than once that the music box Arthur had gifted her interrupted his writings, its metallic twings pulling his thoughts away during breaks, a frown being shot its way. During the times she was around to catch him in the act, she would titter sweetly and mention how it just needed to go through a round of its tune, then it would stop eagerly trying to catch their attention.

He didn’t understand why she personified it, concluded in the end that it had to do with its likeness of Vic, but her same joke played out so often that it became a small custom between the two of them. A random ting in the night, and the box was promptly wound. And to Arthur’s surprise, it seemed to work. One play, and they wouldn’t hear another peep for weeks.

Truly, Arthur couldn’t despise the gift. Every time its tune rang out, he’d remember a memory shared between them, especially of the night he had given it to her. Often enough, she’d bring it up as they’d listen together, throwing in a teasing comment about how he stuttered through reason after reason as to why he had bought it for her. She’d fondly recall how cute she had thought him to be then, completely changing the impression she had of him, realizing he was much more than just an irresponsible flirt. If he was lucky, and his pout gained enough empathy, she’d laugh and grant him a kiss for her ‘harsh’ words.

In return, he’d tell her what exactly had caused him to stutter that night. The fear that he had read her interest in the music box wrong, that the gift would be nothing more than a burden-- or worse, an ill reminder of why she had been wary of him in the first place. How all of his worries vanished the moment she smiled. His voice would lower then, admitting that was when he had fallen for her.

Once, years later when its tune began to slow no matter how firmly she wound it, Isaac agreed to take a look at it, quietly excited to pop it open. She had happily turned it over in his care with just one simple request; don’t fix whatever caused it to play by itself.

Afterward, when the box was back in their care with renewed vigor, Arthur would tease her for managing to make Isaac look so perplexed. Though in the quiet following that night, as its song rang out again, he’d privately admit to himself he had wanted the same. Just to have another moment where she smiled, joked about the box’s excitement to sing for them, and wind it up again.

And now, decades long after hundreds of those moments, Arthur’s longing for her chuckle still remained when the box quietly twinkled from the vanity in the corner of his room. Its notes weren’t as crisp as they used to be, and by now, Arthur couldn’t remember the last time he had properly wound it up to let it sing. Most of the time it sat forgotten through the years, Arthur barely passing it a glance save for the nights he hadn’t sobered up before coming home, his drunken stumbling causing it to wearily attempt to creak out its tune.

This time, it stole his attention when he lazily tossed his jacket towards that corner of the room, exhaustion from the day leaving him apathetic towards the state of his surroundings until a quiet twing rang out. Briefly, he had assumed he imagined it. Until remembering that more than his bed and writing desk occupied the room.

Another note chimed, muffled under the fabric that had been hastily draped over the vanity’s mirror one day. Arthur could have ignored it, truly he could have. There was still time to pretend it didn’t exist. Just to turn and grab his wallet, spend the rest of the night in some bar again if sleep didn’t plan to take him first. But instead, he stalled, only walking over with the excuse that Theo wasn’t around to drink with yet. With a deep inhale, he grabbed the flimsy blanket covering the vanity and tugged, letting it slide down onto the floor as he took in the sight of the music box.

He gently traced the rim of its base, eyeing the design and how it uncannily remained the same after all this time. His gaze flicked upwards, meeting the mirror that rested behind it, raking his eyes over his own features. Features that seemed so young and yet so worn the longer he studied. It seemed that he shared some traits with the trinket, and he couldn’t help but scoff at the thought.

With a few tapping thoughts against the wood, his fingers finally reached for the discolored key that rested in its back, gingerly turning it with fear of its creaks. Just as the thought of its gears being too rusted to work enters his mind, the familiar tune began to play. Albeit slow at first, but after the first few twinkles, it sang as if it had just been assembled earlier that evening.

His fingers dropped, palm resting against the vanity as he patiently listened, remembering the late nights he had done this in the past. Became its audience for the night, quietly waiting for its energy to run out so he could go back to whatever it was he was doing. A memory of an old habit that unwillingly brought more along the way. Faint memories of how she would lean against him while they listened, still riddled with sleep and liable to use him as a temporary pillow.

His eyes settled on the dot that rested on the decorative dog’s chin, mimicking the one him and his late pet had shared. He could still remember her quiet smile when she presented it to him, a few weeks after they had put Vic to rest. She had apparently borrowed some of Vincent’s supplies to match the plaster dog’s patterns with his, in an attempt for a kind reminder.

At the time, Arthur had set it aside and pressed a kiss against her temple in quiet thanks. Recalling that night, he now wished he had been more verbal with his affections, along with countless instances that popped in mind. You would have thought that given the numerous stories he had penned, he could have mustered up the ability, yet…

“Bugger me,” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Every day felt as though he was in limbo, stuck in the few sober moments between his next drink and rough, nightmare riddled, mornings. It felt like he couldn’t go a moment without some despairing thought, and he scoffed. “Gods always been a right bastard, hasn’t he?”

It seemed like any time he had been blessed with happiness, the consequences struck twice as hard, leaving him consistently barely held together. Writing had been an escape in the past, but now every story he attempted to pen ended up becoming retellings of his moments with her, Letters he could never send, or just ink blots muddled with his frustration from never escaping the past.

There was barely a day where he could go without remembering the way her breathing had become a quiet rasp, her eyes exhausted and worn. It had been so hard to even look at her, so small and frail, pale as the sheets surrounding her. Arthur never wanted his last memories with her to settle into his mind like all the other deaths he had witnessed. Remembering her last soft smile, in the midst of memories from the war-- from the children he couldn’t save?

She had squeezed his hand then. Rather, attempted to, her grip akin to a child’s as his name left her lips. Slow words of her love poured out as the air in her lungs did.

He wished he could say that he did his best to hold it together in front of her, that he let her final moments remain peaceful.

His own lungs choke out a stuttering exhale as his eyes refocus on his reflection, seeing the same face that starred in his nightmares. Even after a hundred years of this body's youthful appearance of his failed years as a doctor, his mind still couldn't grasp that he wasn't locked inside those flashbacks.

With a vice grip digging nails into his chest, Arthur fumbles for the blanket, tossing it over the vanity once more as he attempted to regain his breath. There’s a clatter, leaving nothing to the imagination as the music box meets the wood of the vanity, a few twinklings playing out after a thick cracking.

He attempts to inhale, to release a breath he’s holding against his will, before he’s out the door, feet moving faster than his thoughts. All he can think of is-

“Theo,” Arthur’s voice is weighed down as he opens Theo’s bedroom door, the dealer in question barely even lifting a brow at the intrusion. “L-let’s get out of the mansion for a bit.”

There’s a moment of silence, save for Arthur’s panting, as Theo glances back at the papers on his desk.

“Can you give me a moment?” He looks up at him, noting the grip on the doorframe, the sweat soaking Arthur’s brow. He sets his pen down, getting up from his seat without any further questions. “... Let me grab my coat.”

It isn’t long until they’re settled into Theo’s car, Arthur’s unfocused gaze drifting out the window. Theo’s known for years now that words do little to nothing for him, not when he’s already this deep into whatever bog his mind had conjured up. If it were any other day, Theo wouldn’t be driving them into town. Instead, he’d be shoving Arthur in front of some last-minute distraction, until the man was actually paying attention to his surroundings, actually seeing that he had someone to talk to.

But today, he’ll grant Arthur another dip into his old habit of finding relief in the bottom of a glass, knowing that tomorrow, with his schedule already cleared in advance, that he’ll force him into staying sober again with talk of better times, with reminders of the promise Arthur had sworn to her and, later on, Theo. An unintentional yearly tradition of theirs.

This fanfic is actually nearly four years old! I remember dropping this WIP at the time because I was worried it wasn't clear or. good. but I was reminded of it today, so i went back and dusted it off, and rather enjoyed it really. I fixed some minor mistakes and here it is, a blast from the past (for me) finally posted. Hopefully this may encourage some of you to go back and look for hidden treasures in your wip hoards!

I actually rather enjoy this one, and that's not often something I feel like I can say. The ending is a bit blunt, but I think it's apt enough. I hope you guys enjoy it as well!

As an extra, there was a specific song I know I listened to while writing this, due to the themes of the fic and the music box being repeatedly mentioned. You can listen to it here, it's a vocaloid song called Music Box of Time.

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sunaswife · 3 months

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wanted to draw my kitty versions of characters from strawberry shortcake! [1/5]

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sunaswife · 3 months

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LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION! w/Jujutsu Kaisen

More: Twitter links with the JJk men, repost bc it was taken down :(

Featuring: Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo

☾ Ryomen Sukuna

‘S too big for you

Fuckin’ the life outta you

He loves pounding into you

That one time you almost said your safe word

☾ Toji Fushiguro

Stretching you out

He wants another kid

He’s just so much bigger than you

You trying your hardest to fit him

Follow up with : he’s so proud when ur finally able to take all of him

☾ Gojo Satoru

Cumming deep in you

Fucking the housemaid every time he comes home from college

Gojo & Geto competing who can fuck you the hardest

Sucking the life out of his pretty cock

☾ Geto Suguru

Fucking your brains out with Gojo

He loves watching his come drip out of you

Him fucking Gojos housemaid whenever he visits

You always take his rough throat fucking ‘cus you’re his good girl

☾ Choso Kamo

Sucking your tits while you ride him

Morning cuddles w/ him

He’s so weak for pussy jobs

Overstimulating him to the point of tears

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sunaswife · 3 months

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𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

Satoru finds out that you like reading gangbang fanfiction. Naturally, he has to do something with this newfound information. With the help of Toji and Suguru.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gangbang, double penetration (anal and cunt along with two dicks in one cunt right after), oral, anal with prep, light pain kink, biting, bondage, bdsm, collar and leash. usage of daddy/mama once, heavy praise/light degradation, mindbreak, thumb in ass, some satosugu, light painal for Satoru since suguru sticks a thin vibrating dildo up his ass, suguru edges satoru, teasing, friends w benfits/some type of sugarbaby set up, choking, knife play/no blood, pussy slapping, manhandling, squirting, overstimulation, satoru and toji put their balls on your face, ball sucking, face fucking, hair pulling, manhandling, light size kink, licking suguru's cock with satoru, making out with satoru, biting, bullet vibrator, strap on that gives toji a second cock, plugging cum in your ass, they are all sweet mean, satoru spits cum into your mouth

𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 6.1k

oreo: i hope the wait was worth it, thank you for all the love and patience ya'll have given me

Satoru leans next to you, reading off your computer. “Gangbang, knife play, bondage, double penetration ya like it kinky.” You’re too late to close your computer. “He looks like me.”

Your body is burning, jumping out of your chair and whirling around to face Satoru. “Ok and? So what? You already know you’re attractive!” Crossing your arms, glaring into pretty blue eyes. “Is it dumb I would find someone who looks like you hot?!” Satoru’s playful grin spreads into an infuriating cocky smirk.

He slides his fingers through his hair, his black sleeve straining with his bicup’s flex. Long snow white locks fall into his intense, beautiful blue eyes. The silence thickening the air.

Tilting his head to the side, his jawline, thick adam’s apple, his pale neck would be perfect to kiss. “I like the way you’re looking at me.” Stepping forward, closing the small gap forcing you to look up.

Your cunt is getting wet from the height difference. “I’m not looking at you any type of way.” Jabbing his chest with your finger. His pec is hard, “Fuck me!” He leans in, pressing your palm flat on his chest.

Your voice softens, “You barged into my room n’ spied on my computer!” Squeezing his hard pec, swiping your thumb over his nipple. “You’ve gotten so much bigger.” Sliding your hand down feeling his sculpted abs through his shirt.

“You’ve been working out with Toji and Suguru too much.” You turn around facing your desk, flipping him off. “Unless you plan to be anything other than a menace I wanna cum whilst reading my fic. Help me cum or leave!” You softly gasp in surprise when Satoru presses you against your desk with his hard, large body.

He a fistful of your hair yanking it back, spitting on your face. Smearing it with his large hand, crooning, “But I thought you liked your men big n’ able to throw you around like a doll. Isn’t that what you said.” Smearing his spit with his hand, stuffing two fingers in your mouth.

Satoru smacks your ass squeezing a handful of your stinging cheek. He croons “I could help you cum.” Sticking his fingers, his cock lightly twitching when you gag. “Want me to read your fanfiction out loud for you?” Dragging his fingers out of your mouth.

He lifts your laptop lid up, not caring he is smearing spit on the screen, reading out loud. “He drags the knife along her inner thigh. She squirms the closer he gets to her soaking.” Sliding your shorts down, roughly smacking your ass

You loudly cry, then wonder, “What if they hear us?” Satoru pushes your underwear aside, gliding a thick finger between your soft lips. Getting his thick finger wet before nudging it in.

He’s thick finger filling up your cunt shouldn't feel this good.

Satoru outs them, “Tojj and Suguru would jerk off off to the sounds of me clapping your cheeks. I could cuck them both.” Your cunt squeezes Satoru’s thick finger. “Or you can moan their names, they could join us. You can be the slut who lets us run a train on her, or fuck you all at once.”

Satoru slips his finger out slapping your cunt roughly. Cutting through the sweet stinging pain with two fingers. Slowly fucking his thick fingers into you at a steady pace. “You can write about it after, call it one girl, three cocks n’ three holes. Come on say their names, i wanna see you struggle to take Suguru’s fat cock.”

You whine, “Toooojiii, Suug!!!! Satoru is being mean to meeeee! Cooommmee helpppp!”

Suguru calls from the hallway, “Aw Toru why bother her, she said she wanted to read.” Coming into your bedroom, taking notice of your shorts in the ground. His eyes flicking from those to your sweet soft ass and cunt stuffed with Satoru’s soft fingers.

Satoru’s large body hiding your’s. Till he steps aside letting Suguru watch how your soft wet cunt takes Satoru’s thick fingers. “What’s so mean about this?” Suguru glides his finger in with Satoru’s. “Your cunt is drooling n getting so tight sweetheart.” They pump their fingers in sync.

Suguru squeezes a handful of your ass, his hand larger than Satoru’s. “Fuuuck that feels so good! I love having my cunt played with. Don’t stop please.” You bend over holding onto your desk, cupping Satoru’s hard cock through his sweats.

You stroke Satoru through his sweats moaning, “Satoru you’re big, wanna you to fuck me hard, make me squirt with your long hard cock.” You clench Satoru and Suguru’s thick fingers with your sloppy wet cunt. Whining when Suguru roughly smacks your ass.

Satoru sneers, “Not even able to pay attention long enough to answer.” He pulls out of your grasp, keeping his thick fingers in your soft wet cunt.

Satoru pushing his sweats down his cock pops out. “What’s wrong with how mean I’m being? Answer me n’ you can touch my cock.” He spits in his hand, smearing it over his cock hand. Groaning as he strokes himself.

You glance over your shoulder admiring the beautiful sight of Satoru’s arm flexing as his large hand strokes his long cock. Thick white pre cum dripping from his pale pink head.

Suguru pushes his gym shorts down, kicking them aside. Grabbing your wrist when you try to touch him. You whine, “Nnnnothing’s wrong!” Their fingers graze your sweet spot and the pleasure triples.

Your thighs are trembling, toes curling into the carpet, slick dripping down your thigh. You confess, “I want you to y'all to help Satoru bully my cunt, make me the house whore, I wanna be the one y'all stuff your cocks in when it gets hard. Please lemme be your pretty cumdump.”

Toji barges into your bedroom demanding, “Why should I care if he is being mean or-oh?” He slips his large headphones off his head, setting them on your dresser. “Princess I can show you mean, they are spoiling your sweet little cunt right now.”

He adds, “I’d fuck ya like I hate ya, make sure you can’t walk n make you need us to look after you.” Toji wastes no time ripping your underwear off to get a better view of your stuffed cunt. Slowly stuffing two fingers in.

Your jaw drops with a loud moan. You’re naked with your three incredibly hot roommates fucking their thick fingers into you. Getting off on the situation and their thick fingers.

Satoru strops stroking himself, standing next to your face. Letting out a softly sigh in relief when wrap your lips around him. Groaning dropping his head forward, watching his cock vanish with your mouth.

Suguru tells Toji, “Satoru found out our sweetheart is a smutty fanfic reading pervert, gangbang. N’ now she wants to be the house whore, sounds kind of hot, like out of a porno. I’m down.” He moves next to your head, slowly m

Suguru glides his fingers out smearing your slick on his cock. Grabbing your laptop, sliding it over for him to scroll to the warnings reading. “Bondage, squirting, anal, double penetration-one hole/triple penetration, With some face fucking, face slapping,0 and light knife play? I’ll be right back.” He rushes out of the room.

Satoru glides his fingers out, sticking both in his mouth to lick clean. Grabbing your hair roughly fucking your soft wet mouth. His balls slapping your chin.

Toji pumps his fingers faster, quickly finding that sweet spot that made your soft cunt quiver. "Can I fuck your ass?" Satoru slips his cock out with a soft pop letting you breathe.

"Fuck whichever hole you want." Toji spits on your asshole and stuffs it in with his thumb. Slowly pumping his thumb letting your soft hole adjust. "Nn it feels weird but good."

Toji spit on your asshole again, pushing it in with a quicker pump of his thick thumb. "Have you had your ass fucked before?"

You cup and massage Satoru's balls, kissing and licking his warm cockhead. His cock standing up eager for attention making it easy to suck and kiss without using your hands.

You look up into his beautiful ocean blue eyes and plea, “Even if I’m asleep I want you to spread my legs and do what you want to my cunt. I’ll be a good slut.” Taking his long, pretty cock in your mouth bobbing your head slowly working towards deep throating.

Satoru groans, his cheeks flushing a dark pink, “Fuuuuuccck!” He grabs your head holding you still. “You’re a dirty pervert who wants to wake up to Suguru eating you out as Toji and I jerk off onto your face.” He tightens his grip on your hair, slowly fucking your face, testing and getting off on your gag reflex. His balls are lightly hitting your chin.

Satoru groans, “We could cover you in cum, make your sloppy wet cunt sore, make sure you soak this bed. So you’ll have to pick one of our’s after we clean you up to recover in.” Fucking your mouth faster, some spit drips down your chin.

Toji squeezes your cheek, tugging on your asshole with his thumb stretching you out. He steadily strokes your sweet spot getting you so close to cumming. Your cunt is clenching and squelching.

Your thighs tremble, toes curling into the carpet, and thick slick drips down your thighs. "She's getting so wet n' tight." Fingering your tight, sloppy wet cunt faster. Refusing to let up on your sensitive sweet spot. "Are you really cumming for us that quickly?" His thumb glides in your asshole easier.

Satoru glides his cock out of your mouth. "Whatcha thinkin' sweetheart?" Toji's thick fingers in your cunt, and thumb in your ass make it difficult to think. "She's already getting dumber, can't even answer a simple question." Satoru's softly slaps your cheeks with his hard cock. Then he stuffs your face into his balls.

Without another thought you open your mouth to softly suck Satoru's balls. Suguru comes back in, dumping a bag full of toys onto your bed. "Here are some butt-plugs, dildos. cock rings, ropes, o ring, and for you Toji," He grabs a strap with a thick dildo dangling from it. "You can fuck both holes; the dildo will need to be above your cock."

Toji glides his fingers out of your ass. Suguru pulls the toy out of his grasp. "Actually, here is disinfectant. We don't want to get our cock sleeve sick and be out of commission." Toji grabs the packet with his cleaner hand. Forcing the lid open and tugging out a wipe.

Suguru drops the strap on. onto the bed leaving Toji to help himself to it when ready. He grabs the knife off the bed, flicks out the blade, and returns to your computer.

Satoru pulls his balls out of your face, tugging you up by your hair. Suguru's words settle in, you retort, "Commission implies I'm paid and if that's the case I'mma need more than just dick for payment. I'm too broke to be sucking dick for free if I don't gotta." Suguru turns around, his smile soft despite the knife he presses to your throat.

Suguru insists,"If you wanna be our sugar baby just say so, in fact, get on your knees and beg for it." Satoru let go of your hair. stepping aside to give you room to kneel.

You don't have the chance to speak before Satoru is rambling, "If you beg well enough, I could cover your half of the rent for one." He grabs the collar and leash off the bed, crouching next to you. "I already get your broke-ass food. You can't complain about feeling bad when I give you a gift."" Carefully wrapping the collar around your neck, fastening the clasp, then tugging on the leash.

Toji decides, "Satoru is rich enough to be your sugar daddy, my cock and cuddles will be payment enough." He grabs a bottle of lube and a small buttplug off the bed.

Suguru slips the knife under your chin tilting your head up. "Bullshit you'll get her lingerie for her to wear." He glances at Toji, "What about that maid outfit she suggested after bitching about cleaning up after Satoru and You?" He looks down at you, dark thick hair framing his handsome face.

You decide, "They've been cleaner, so I could wear it as a reward. Clean your balls of every last drop of cum." Of course, you get my undivided attention first for always helping keep this place clean." Suguru is so beautiful with his broad shoulders, thick pecs, and sculpted abs. With a black happy trail leading to short well-trimmed hair and his thick hanging cock.

Suguru glides the sharp knife's tip up your chin to your bottom lip. "I want to see you in that see-through underwear with the maid outfit." Gliding the knife along your lip, and up your cheek. "I want to be able to see your pretty cunt through the lace while I have my fun."

Satoru stands up too fast, eyes wide he demands, "How do you know she has something like that?"

You take Suguru's cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his head. His warm pre-cum sweet and thick coating your tongue. There is so much pre-cum you can't help but suck harder, licking his small dripping slit.

Suguru groans, "I wash everyone's clothes that means her's too." Gliding the knife to the side of your head. You are slowly gliding Suguru deeper into your mouth with a loud moan.

Toji states, "We should also do a color system to check-in. Green for keep going, yellow for slow down, red for a break, pineapple as the safe word n' we'll start aftercare." He lubes up the toy. "I know she's gonna beg at some point but right now I wanna stuff this up her ass."

Suguru sets the knife on the desk behind him. Grabbing your hair holding your head still stuffing his cock deep into your throat, holding you there. "Lift her ass up and stick it in her then." Satoru hands Toji the leash, watching Toji wrap his arm around your waist helping you partly stand up into a bent-over position.

Satoru suggests, "Why not go ahead n' tie our pretty slut up in a mating press. She can beg like that, and we can tug her around on the bed by the leash." He stands next to you spreading your cheeks apart for Toji.

Toji tugs on the leash and Suguru's firm grasp keeps you from budging. "We could do that." The thick leather collar presses into your cock stuffed throat. Suguru groans, shallowly pumping his hips fucking your mouth slowly.

Toji lines the tip of the plug up with your asshole gliding it in. He swirls and pumps half of the toy-smearing lube. Your cunt clenches around nothing from getting your ass spread open by something thicker than Toji's thumb.

Suguru bottoms out giving you seconds to breathe before stuffing his cock back in, quickly fucking your throat. He grabs the knife off the desk lightly dragging it across your back. You can't help but squirm, the air in your lungs escaping in a cry Suguru muffles with his cock.

Toji pushes the plug in the rest of the way, pushing on the jewel with his thumb. "Let's tie our new slut up." Satoru lets go of your cheeks and Toji moves to the other side of your bed, tugging on the leash and pulling you onto the bed roughly. Some toys pressing into your back.

You can't gasp as you fall onto your back, the collar choking you. Suguru turns towards your laptop picking it up, setting the knife down. He scrolls through the fic skimming it.

Toji straddles your head his balls resting on your forehead and eyes. His thick cock nudging your lips smearing bitter pre-cum. You open your mouth groaning when he rocks his hips forwards.

He brings the laptop over, sitting on the bed next to you. "Do you want Satoru and I to act out the making out part while we are inside you?" He glances from the laptop down at you. Where Satoru is binding your legs together with the dark red rope.

Satoru croons, "You don't have to use the fanfic as a reason to kiss me again." Making kissy faces at Suguru who rolls his eyes and grabs his friend by the neck pulling him closer.

Suguru nudges Satoru's mouth open with his thumb and spits. Satoru swallows, grabbing Suguru's cock and swirling his fist as he strokes him. Suguru groans, "I know." He leans in biting down on Satoru's bottom lip. The needy cry makes your cunt clench.

Suguru pulls away, "Finish tying her up and let Toji have fun with her mouth." He stuffs his thumb into Satoru's mouth for him to suck on. "Then I want you to shove your pretty face into her beautiful cunt so you can put that annoying ass mouth to good use." He lets Satoru go.

He glides his thumb over Suguru's fat cockhead, smearing pre-cum. He sticks his thumb in his mouth groaning from tasting Suguru's pre- cum.

Suguru sets the laptop down on top of a pillow, scrolling through the fic. "Cum spitting? Satoru when we cum in her you can eat it out and share it with her."

Satoru is quick tying at you in a mating press. "I love pie so why not." He slaps your cunt four times, pinching your clit. Your trembling, eyes stinging, your cunt pleasurably sore.

Satoru grabs a vibrator turns it on and holds it to your clit. Slowly swirling it, stoking your soft sensitive nub. He stuffs his face into your cunt Suguru orders him "Keep your ass in the air."

He shifts keeping his face in your sloppy wet cunt putting his ass in the air. Satoru is giving Suguru a perfect view of his cock and balls. Suguru grabs a thin dildo and lube, pouring it onto the tip before setting the lube aside.

Suguru lines the thin dildo up with Satoru's ass. Smacking his cheek. your sloppy wet cunt muffling Satoru's whine. Suguru nudges the head in, spitting in his hand and grabbing Satoru's cock.

Satoru lifts his head, "You arennnnnnn!" He moans when Suguru stuffs the thin dildo deep into Satoru's ass. Turning it on, leaving it on the highest setting, keeping it still, it's head pulsing against Satoru's g spot. "Fuck!" Suguru stuffs Satoru's head into your cunt.

Toji glides his cock out before he cums in your mouth. Pinching your nipple to hear your breathy whines get louder. He tugs on the leash, moving his hand to let you get a view of Satoru being a moaning mess between your legs with Suguru stuffing his ass.

Suguru looks at you and smirks, "He's been a pain in the ass lately. Why not show him what it's like living with him?" Satoru bites your thigh in between the rope. He stops when you cry, licking the bite mark. Then stuffing his face into your soft, soaking wet cunt.

Satoru glides his tongue through your lips. Stroking your clit with the toy faster. Your cunt clenching his tongue. He groans and tugs on the plug, slowly gliding half of it out and then stuffing it back in.

Toji wraps the leash around his hand and plants it down on the bed. Yanking your head back onto the bed, keeping you still for him to put his balls in your mouth. You groan and softly suck, swirling your tongue occasionally.

Satoru pumps his tongue faster, keeping the toy's pace steady. You grab a handful of Satoru's hair and wrap your fingers around Toji's thick cock. Jerking Toji off, sucking on his balls, tugging Satoru's soft hair grinding your cunt on Satoru's face, unable to keep still the rope keeping you from closing your legs.

Toji lifts his balls off your face, slapping his cock down on your open mouth and stuck-out soft tongue. Stuffing his thick fat into your mouth with a groan. Your eyes sting with tears as you choke on him.

He pinches, twists, and tugs on your soft nipple. "Fuck her soft wet mouth feels so good on my cock." You tug Satoru's hair, struggling to reflexively arch your back, feebly twisting your hips away from Satoru. Who rubs your clit faster with the toy, sending you over the edge.

Your sensitive cunt gushes into Satoru's mouth, your body trembles, toes curl. Toji's thick fuck pumping into your mouth muffling your moans. Toji groans, "Look at that our slut can squirt." Satoru sets the toy aside, it's still vibrating.

Suguru grabs Satoru's hair making you let go. He lifts Satoru up out of your cunt by his hair, pumping the dildo faster into Satoru's ass. Suguru lets his hair go spitting into his palm and grabbing Satoru's cock swirling his fist.

Suguru croons, "Are you getting close? You wanna cum on her pretty cunt then stuff it in with your sensitive cock?" Satoru whines unable to answer until Suguru is pulling the toy out of him.

Satoru cries, "Why did you stop?" His cock throbbing from the lack of stimulation. And he misses the feeling of being full of getting his g-spot fucked.

Satoru quickly retorts, "Why won't you stop waking me up when you crawl into my bed?"

You grab Toji's thick muscular thigh digging your nails in. He glides his cock out of your mouth, slipping off the bed. He yanks you upright by the leash, causing the leather collar to dig into your sore throat.

You grab the leather prying it away from your throat. Toji leans down, "What's your color beautiful?" Twisting you around and laying you on your back with your butt dangling off the edge of the bed.

You plea, "Green please I wanna cock in my cunt or ass!" Toji cups your cheek hanging off the edge of the bed. Softly messaging your cheek then roughly slapping your ass. The force of the thrust makes you lightly bounce.

He unwinds the leash, asking you, "What about both?" He hands the leash to Suguru who shoves a pout Satoru aside. He dramicly face plants into the pillow that Toji rips out from underneath him.

He sits up and points at both Suguru and Toji, "Yall are both assholes, why she wants your dick in her is beyond me. Fucking hell, not letting me cum, shoving me to the side, and stealing a pillow out from under me."

You chime in with, "Don't cry on my other pillows either." His eyes widen, his fingers lower and his bottom lip trembles.

Satoru's voice cracks "Et tu?"

"Call me brutus."

Toji grumbles, "Suguru stuff her mouth these two are killing it mentioning some random ass dude's name and speaking gibberish." Suguru tugs you closer to the middle of the bed. Toji grabs your ass and lifts you up stuffing the pillow underneath you.

Satoru crawls over and lays down next to you. You grab his cock, still wet with Suguru's spit. He softly kisses your cheek ignoring Suguru's cock dangling close by. He grabs your chin turns your head and steals a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue.

"Annoying ass thief I'm glad I didn't let you cum yet." You swirl your hand on Satoru's cock. His moans are beautiful, breathy, and needy. You're getting wetter hearing him, thick slick dripping down to your plugged-up asshole and seeping into your pillow.

Toji dips his head into your cunt licking up the sweet mess with loud groans. His nose occasionally nudges your soft, sensitive clit. He grabs the plug and tugs it out, setting it on your bed without giving a fuck. Softly biting your cunt's lips when you start to complain.

You break the kiss leaving Satoru's mouth at Suguru's mercy. Lifting your head looking down at Toji asking, "Did you bite me?" He slaps your cunt as Suguru slaps Satoru's lips with his cock.

You look to see Suguru grabbing Satoru's neck, the chain leash digging in. His thick cock glides past Satoru's glossy lips, his balls hitting the top of Satoru's head.

You jerk Satoru's cock faster, swiping your thumb over his head.

Toji grabs the male strap-on, steps into it, and sets the dildo above his own cock. He tightens the straps making sure it's comfortable and secure. He climbs onto the bed, holding both and lining himself up.

He nudges your ass with his warm, thick cock head. Swiping the cool dildo between your cunt's soft wet lips. Smearing your slick down it and gliding his cock head in. You reach down flattening your hand on Toji's hard abs.

There is a sweet pleasurable pain from Toji splitting your ass open. "Nnfuck your cock is going in! Put the other one! Please! Please! Pleeease!" Your jaw drops when he slips the toy in. Keeping his thrusts shallow, giving you just the tip. You can feel both cock heads rubbing together, the thin strip of skin between going taut.

Suguru slips his cock out of Satoru's mouth. Satoru grabs your chin and roughly kisses you. And all you can taste is Suguru when Satoru's tongue rubs your's. You moan into his mouth when Toji's hips hit yours, roughly and quickly filling you up with both cocks.

He strokes your clit with his thumb, slowly rocking his hips, keeping a slow steady pace. He groans, "Fuck I don't think I can last long the dildo in her pretty cunt is pushing against my cock. Her ass is so soft n' tight, she's gonna make me bust too quickly."

Suguru grabs the bottle of lube off your side table handing it to Toji. He pops the lid off and bottoms out till the tips of the dildo and his cock are tugging both sloppy wet holes. He carefully pours a line of lube on his cock, then gives the bottle back.

Toji grabs a part of the rope binging your thigh by your side. "Stupid little slut keeping my cock hard walking around the house looking so damn fuckable." He uses that to pull you towards him as he slams into you. The dildo brushing your sweet spot with the perfect pressure to have you losing your mind and his cock reaching deep.

Suguru sets the bottle aside, spitting in his hand and stroking his cock. Admiring Satoru and You making on the bed, your soft hand stroking Satoru's pretty cock. Smearing his thick white pre-cum down his cock with swipes of your thumb.

Your soft moans sound so beautiful alongside Satoru's needy whines. Suguru groans "I can't wait to feel the both of you."

Toji roughly fucks both cocks into you without mercy. Stroking your soft clit with his rough thumb, the bed rocking, your body would be harshly bouncing away if not for his grasp on the rope. The course rope rubs and presses more into your thigh.

Toji decides, "This house slut thing is definitely gonna work out. Whenever my cock gets hard I'll come to you." Fucking you harder, adding more pressure to your sensitive clit. Each quick stroke of your sweet spot has your mind going blank.

You can't focus enough to stroke Satoru's cock. He grabs your hand and sloppily fucks your hips. Suguru sticks his cock in between Satoru and You. You lick and kiss one side with Satoru sucking and licking the other. Your tongue brushing Satoru's.

You clench Toji with your ass and his massive beautiful muscular body trembles. He hunches over biting your chest, flicking your nipple with his tongue. His pace becoming sloppy. He lets you go and grunts, "Nn fuuuuck I don't wanna cum in ya yet mama wanna keep feeling you."

"Please cum, wanna feel your thick warm cum in my ass." Toji picks his pace keep, franticly fucking his cock into your soft warm ass. The sound of skin smacking skin joins the grunts, groans, and creaking of your bed. "Please daddy!" Toji busts instantly his thick warm cum shooting in your ass with a force you can feel.

Suguru pulls away and Satoru lets your hand go. He gets on his knees and grabs Suguru's hand pulling him in for a rough kiss. Leaving you all to Toji. He leans over, keeping enough space between to play with your soft sensitive clit.

His thick hard pecs into your face. You wrap your arms around him clawing his backside up with one hand. Burying your face into his chest, tugging on his hair. You can't help but bite down hard. The way Toji whines is getting you off.

He stops with his cock and dildo deep in you, keeping his cum from spilling out. "I couldn't stop cumming." He sits up out of your grasp, looking for another buttplug. "There's so much that I fucked deep into your ass." Snagging the biggest one, its thickest point is still thinner than Toji's cock.

Slowly pulling his cock and dildo out, slipping the plug in. He croons, "Can't let it drip out while Satoru and Suguru are fucking both their cocks into your messy slutty cunt." He kisses your forehead. "Ya did good for me, took my cock so well. How does your ass feel?"

You smile up at him, "Sore but good." He softly kisses you, keeping it short and quick. Pulling away, stepping out of the strap-on.

"I'll leave you at these two's mercy n' I'll be back for aftercare." He smirks, "Good luck you already look like a mindless, tired whore." He slaps your cunt then leaves you at Satoru and Suguru's mercy.

You look to see Suguru and Satoru sloppy kissing each other. Suguru has his large hand around both cocks, holding them together. Satoru slowly grinds his hips, rubbing their cocks together.

You suggest, "Why not rub your dicks together in me?"

Suguru breaks away from Satoru and drops the leash. "And here Toji was wishing her luck." He grabs his knife off the desk. "After all that she is already ready for more the second someone isn't touching her." Suguru lifts you up by your throat. His fingers are beneath the leather collar.

You feel so perfectly helpless and vulnerable tied up, held in the air by your throat. With two big guys about to sandwich in between their hard chest. You're about to feel their cocks rubbing together inside you after watching them make out.

Suguru and Satoru line their cocks up. Suguru lightly nudges past your lips. Satoru is rubbing down your slit, groaning when he feels Suguru's cock head brush his. Then gliding his wet head to your clit, stroking you.

You can't shift your hips to sink yourself down on Suguru's cock. Satoru remembers, "Weren't you about to show us how a whore begs to be a sugar baby?" You're clenching nothing, aching to feel them both.

Suguru grabs your hip with Satoru holding the other one. He presses the knife to your neck and suggests, "How about we make it easier on you?" He glides his head in, then pulls out, swirling his cockhead in small circles. "Before we double stuff your mess little cunt tell us what you are?" Satoru is steadily playing with your clit. Loving the sight of your soft pretty nub touching his pale pink cock head.

You confess, "I'm a needy cock loving pervert who spends too much time reading smut and playing with her cunt. Please fuck me into a mindless mess then pamper me afterwards." Satoru lines himself up, with their strength they can stuff their cocks in together.

You cry loudly, the sweet pain is overwhelming. Fondling Satoru's hard pec, dig your nails in and reach behind you. Grabbing a handful of Suguru's hair. You are desperate to ground yourself, but they don't give you a chance.

Their pace is uneven causing their cocks to stroke each other's. Satoru grabs your hair. "Pretty little slut you gonna eat the creampie Suguru and I make if I spit it into your mouth?" You can't think of a response.

It's impossible to think with their cocks stirring your guts up and the cool metal of the knife against your neck.

Suguru croons, "We just stuck our cocks in, are you really this easy to break?" His pace is harder but slower than Satoru's. His cockhead reaches just beneath Suguru's but he's thicker pressing Satoru against your g-spot with intense pressure.

Satoru points out with a cocky smirk, "Our slut only had enough energy to beg for more cock. We don't even have to train this one, she is meant to be our pretty little whore." He slips his finger underneath the collar tugging on it. "We should get her one just for her. What do you want your collar to say? Should it say brat, houseslut, cocksleeve?" You're so full, their cocks reaching so deep.

Suguru looks down into your eyes and groans, "She's such a pretty whore taking both our cocks in her soft wet cunt." Satoru's pace falters, his cock lightly twitching, veins pulsing. "You close already? With her tight cunt pressing our cocks together I feel the pulsing of your cock."

Satoru whines "Can't help it I was so close earlier n' I really wanna cum." He leans down softly kissing you, cupping your cheek. Gently cradling your face like he isn't bullying your sore, sensitive soaking-wet cunt with his cock.

Suguru slips his hand in between Satoru and You, flicking your nipple with the knife. There is an exciting fear that he could cut you at any moment. Part of you hope he does when he glides the knife lightly across your thigh in between the ropes.

Satoru whines, his pace falters, slowly down and getting harder. Satoru moans as thick warm cum trickles from his cock in short quick bursts. He grabs your bound thigh and digs his nails into your skin between the tight rope.

Suguru groans picking his pace up chasing his high. Fucking Satoru's thick cum deeper into you getting you off. Satoru breaks the sloppy, rough kiss and whines, "Fuck her soft cunt, your soft yet hard cock both is too much. I wanna do this again later, please I wanna cock warm with both of our cocks in her."

Your soft cunt squeezing their cocks is becoming too much for Satoru. He pulls out, getting on his elbow and licking where Suguru and You connect. Your trembling, eyes rolling back, tears trickling down your face.

"Look me in the eyes and lemme see you crying." Suguru wraps his large hand around your neck tilting your head up. He stares into your eyes, fighting to keep his pace steady. Satoru groans, "Cum in her, lemme taste you both." Suguru falters, stopping with his cock balls deep in your sloppy cunt.

His thick warm cum steadily pours into you from his fat head. "You're both beautiful filthy cum loving perverts." Satoru gets on his knees grabbing you by the rope. He bounces you on Suguru's thick cock making him tremble.

Slowly Satoru lifts you off Suguru's cock. Softly laying out down, slowly pulling out the buttplug, and carefully undoing the rope, checking over for any burns.

Suguru accuses, "That was a bitch move." Carefully unfastening your collar and lightly massaging your sore neck. Their actions are a wonderful gentle contrast to how they were manhandled and fucked you a moment prior.

Satoru retorts, "So was edging me." He flips Suguru off who rolls his eyes.

Satoru softly peppers kisses along the sore indention of the rope's pattern in your thighs. "There is no rope burn, but I don't want you to try and walk anywhere. Get one of us to carry you if need be." He dips his tongue into your sloppy cunt getting a thick mix of cum in his mouth.

Kissing you softly spitting the cum into your mouth. Then pulling away, softly encouraging you, "Swallow, good, that's it. Such a good slut."

Toji comes back into the room, "I got a bubble bath going in Suguru's bathroom along with some candles. I'm not getting in but one of you can." He checks his phone. "In an hour the food I put on Satoru's card will be here."

Satoru stretches your legs out, softly massaging your thighs. "I feel too good right now to care how you got that information." He slips off the bed, leans over to pick you up, cradling you to his chest. "I'll take a bath while Suguru can do the laundry he prides himself on doing."

Suguru suggests, "We should flip a coin to see who gets to take a bath with her and who washes the bedding."

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oh, to fit him like a glove...

WARNINGS; ooc sukuna, virgin!reader (well... not for long), size kink, BREEDING, vaginal fingering, sukuna only has one dick here cuz i wanted to make it less complicated, COCKWARMING, stomach bulge, degradation, praise, sukuna is a four armed king, overstimulation, mouth-hands, EXCESSIVE CUM

based on this anon's ask! dividers credit; @/cafekitsune

word count; 3k

imagine being sukuna's precious princess of a wife-- whom he spoils and dotes on because its in his interests to do so. like any other woman, youre tiny compared to him, so having you take his cock eventually will be very tedious work, and sukuna will need a lot of patience.

and we all know, sukuna is the most patient man in the world... at least when it means that it'll be worth it for him at the end. and to him, you are worth everything.

he's proud and pleased to be your first... sukuna can't help but feel keen about the idea that he will be the only one ever to have had the pleasure of being so intimate with you.

he watches you intently, as you struggle to take even two of his thick fingers in your tight hole, tearing up and whimpering as he tampers with those delicate spots inside you.

"nngh.. sukuna... that feels so good..." you whimper his name delightfully, it almost makes his enduring patience snap.

outwardly, his face looks calm as he looks down at you with soft lust that takes the form of an almost blank expression.

"does it?" he asks, with a certain playfulness in his voice.

his fingers move a little faster, scissoring you inside and pressing in an upwards manner, where it makes you gasp the most. you're producing so much slick, but your hole is still so tight and unrelenting, clenching around his thick digits even more. sukuna thinks about good it'd feel if his dick was inside instead, and he feels himself aching with desire, twitching and leaking precum from his hidden erection.

...not yet.

he dutifully touches you to your orgasm, and watches with a hitched breath as you tremble on his fingers, walls fluttering against them. your sighs and soft moans reach his ears like nothing else.

his extra hands grope at your breasts, finding solace in them.

"do you think i'm ready yet?" you ask tenderly, after your breath returns to normal.

"... hardly, my love. that was only two of my fingers," sukuna tells you languidly, as he feeds your slick on his digits to the mouth on his stomach.

"only two? oh dear..." you sigh with sorrow, "will i ever be able to take you whole one day?"

he smirks at the question, and leans down into your chest while holding ahold of your hand.

"well of course. i'll make it happen no matter what. i promise." the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

when it does happen, you best be ready for him to breed you full every night.

however, on some days, the urge gets unbearable, even for himself. he's been saving himself up a little, so he could pour everything inside you when the time comes, but the lust gets overwhelming, clouding his sight and judgement.

one night, you gesture towards the bulge in his pants, with a shaking hand.

"what about you? isn't it painful to always withhold yourself like that?" you ask, wanting for him to feel good as well, instead of just yourself.

sukuna grows silent, sweating bullets as his dick throbs upon your mention of it.

the next minute, he's taking it out and slotting it between your thighs, rubbing up against your slit and seeing how the size compares to your stomach.

the temptation is too great.

not. yet.

this was the whole reason he was avoiding using his cock with your body in the first place - because he was afraid he'd cave in and attempt to deflower you when you weren't ready yet, still too tight for him to squeeze in, causing you pain only.

if it were anyone else, he wouldn't bother... but you're one that he cherishes too much... he wants to work to make the end result even tastier. the moment where he'll finally claim you entirely.

the bed creaks as he thrusts in and out between your thighs, rubbing his twitching dick against your hole oozing with slick, also brushing up onto your clit that's swollen from arousal.

" 'm sorry... i wish... there was more i could do..." you whimper sweetly, squeezing one of his large hands.

"there's no need for that. whatever i can't put inside you now... i'll pump in twice as much, once you're ready for me," sukuna whispers gently, holding your hand back, a groan resounding in the back of his throat.

rewards become so much sweeter after restraint. like how you wouldn't pick and eat an unripe fruit from a tree.

"you're doing plenty enough for me... for now," he tells you breathlessly. he adores the glossy look in your eyes.

his cock continues to glide back and forth, and he feels so hot between your thighs.

"i... i want your tip inside when you cum, please," you say, eyeing his dick with a certain neediness.

"are you sure, love?" he asks, hoping you'll say yes. you nod fervently.

sukuna feels lightheaded at the thought of it, all the while his dick gets more and more sensitive against your thighs... his balls feel so heavy and full, all those times he held himself back coming to catch up on him.

you squeeze your legs around him harder, making him groan, cock pulsing for all it's worth. he thinks about how tightly your walls would clamp around him. the heat from your insides, and your slick covering his shaft. he's close.

he suddenly spreads your legs.

at this stage, he's only barely able to get his tip past your entrance. it's possible when he does it slowly enough. you whine beneath him, doing your best to not go against his arms that are pinning your legs down.

a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face. sukuna uses an extra hand to stroke the rest of his dick as his tip remains snug inside your puckering hole. when it comes, he gives a choked-off gasp from how good his first-in-a-while release feels.

he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from burying himself any further.

the ropes of cum seep and trickle into your womb in thick, heavy spurts, and the hotness of it gets you breathing unevenly, being so aroused by this sensation. there's a copious amount. he continues jerking himself off to get every last droplet out, and his own hand can feel the intense twitches of the veins on his erection.

it's not nearly enough to satisfy him, but it's enough to keep him patient.

once his tip pops out from your wet hole again, his spend come out of it in large globs, and sukuna can't help but admire the sight, his dick twitching weakly in his hand.

he abstains from cumming all over again for another few weeks- another few weeks of stretching you out with his fingers, and prepping you to perfection.

when the day finally creeps up, where he believes you're ready to take him whole, sukuna hears and feels his heartbeat in his own ears.

ever so slowly. he's sitting down on the edge of the bed, and he has you lower yourself on his throbbing cock as he's face to face with you, ever so slowly. your body trembles lightly and he feels it on his hands and fingers as they're placed against your hips. sukuna senses your anxiousness that flows from you in large waves.

your hole is so tight, trying to push the intrusion out, but the wetness from your slick helps his cock slip inside easier, and sukuna's breath is kept within the back of his throat as you swallow him up deeper and deeper.

he's sweating. you're sweating. but soon enough, you're sat on his lap completely, having gotten all of him inside you at last. you can barely breathe with how tightly you enclose around him. how his cock is nudged up snugly against your cervix, pushing the literal air out of your lungs. and the way you feel it twitching inside.

sukuna has never been more patient, more self disciplined, more repressed than in this moment. one wrong movement and he feels like he could snap and start thrusting in without concern for you in any moment. no. he shouldn't do that. it would ruin all everything he's done to build you up for this moment.. but your walls keep tauntingly squeezing around him...

"i- i can finally fit all of you inside..." you say with glee, tears on your lashes, but looking very proud of yourself. it snaps him back to sanity, a little bit.

"of course... you were made for me, after all. so perfectly mine, fitting me like a glove," sukuna mumbles, as his bigger tongue licks against your clit, arousing you more so that you could loosen up for him. his praise gets to your head and makes you feel sheepish, wanting to do more to please him. but you don't think you can do that, just yet.

"can we stay like this for a bit, please?"

"that would be...for the best. can't have my wife splitting in half, can i?" sukuna jests rather sinisterly.

"oh, you..." you pout at him. the larger tongue rubs against you more persistently to distract you, and he smirks as it does the trick. you whimper, and your walls pulse gently around him making him groan. your eyes get half lidded, already feeling somewhat exhausted, and you lean your face against the large man's chest.

veins are bulging out of his arms, and one on his forehead. you seem so relaxed, unbeknownst to the fact that he's currently doing everything to keep himself together. you're like a tiny mouse trapped in the claws of a tiger.

sukuna starts to bite and kiss down your neck and shoulder to satiate himself.

few minutes after you've calmed yourself a little, your eyes start wandering down, taking notice of the bump on your stomach, from having him inside you.

"it goes without saying, but you're so big..." you press against it without thinking, and you feel him throb inside you intensely. sukuna grabs your wrist with a growl.

"are you trying to test my patience right now?"

you look at him with wide eyes, from how unusually on edge he is... something about him being all restless makes you feel aroused. you're doing that to him. a man who rarely ever feels. but you've gotten him all sensitive.

" 'm sorry. kiss me?" you ask sweetly, lips curling up in a foxy way.

his gaze softens.

"when you ask me so sweetly... i can't deny you, can i?"

and he leans down to press his lips onto yours, despite seeing the mischief in your eyes. your arms go around his neck, and as he's kissing you, his hands go for your breasts.

you tighten up on his leaking dick, making him moan into your mouth. his grip on your hips squeeze harder, but he doesn't stop kissing you.

you want to make him cum. you want him to lose control from being inside you.

sukuna breaks the kiss with a little choked off heave, when you begin to roll your hips around him slightly.

"you're getting awfully ahead of yourself-"

you cut him off by latching your mouth to the side of his neck, suckling and running your tongue against his skin while your hips keep moving.

he'd call you cute, but it's working. sukuna grits his teeth and his eyes get heavy lidded, dick getting impossibly harder. his heavy breathing adds to your excitement.

"i never knew my wife was such a whore. i'll be sure to return this favour later," sukuna tells you with a low voice, his hands now guiding your hips against him.

you're wordless, as you continue running your lips and tongue up his skin, moving onto his jawline, only giving a whine in response, feeling his tip press into the entrance of your womb.

such lousy movement usually wouldn't be near enough for him, but...

his head lulls back, exposing the way his adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows thickly, getting close... your little kitten thrusts and the way you're tonguing the sensitive area under his jaw...

sukuna's hips jolt into you for the last time.

" 'm cumming-"

his mouth hangs open as he releases - dumping weeks' worth of seed into your cunt. his body jerks against you and you bite into his shoulder.

his cock throbs erotically in your clamping walls, and you milk him effortlessly, and you moan on his neck, while still suckling and tonguing the same area, feeling the hotness of his cum as it thickly pours into you, making your belly swell a bit from it.

sukuna groans as he seeds your womb properly for the first time, two hands on your hips, one against the back of your neck, and the remaining arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still as his dick pulses inside you.

your head is whirring from the tense situation, being creampied so lewdly for the first time, to think that he's released inside, and the feeling of his every breath as he orgasms, is enough to make you feel so exhilarated.

suddenly, he stills.

it makes you a little nervous, so you detach your upper body from him and aim to look at his expression. but before you can make any further movement, you're suddenly thrown onto your back against the soft mattress of the bed in the speed of light. he keeps himself buried in you, making sure to plug you up nicely.

when you meet his eyes after a shocked gasp, you see his darkened expression, his eyebrows furrowed, but his mouth curved up in a toothy, sinister grin.

"you really tested me back there, didn't you?" he rasps, grabbing your face and forcing you to keep your gaze on him.

"i hope you're aware that i'm not letting you get a wink of sleep tonight."

not a word gets out of your mouth, before sukuna pulls his dick back, and slams his hips into you, his thick cock dragging against your tight walls.

your voicebox makes a noise that you never thought was possible, a noise that's mixed with both a moan and a scream.

"oh, fuck..." sukuna mumbles gutturally, beginning to thrust in and out of you the way he's always wanted to. your hands fist the sheets behind your head, and his hands keep your legs spread apart for him, while the other two pinch at your breasts roughly, groping at your flesh so brazenly.

his heavy balls slap against your ass as his hips rut into you, making sure to drive himself in to the hilt, before pulling out to the tip and doing that all over again.

you squeal and mewl under him, eyes watering from pleasure and already getting overstimulated as he fucks you senseless. to think that only a few weeks ago, you were only able to fit two of his fingers. it all feels like a fever dream.

sukuna breathes heavily, his muscles glistening from his own sweat as he indulges in his reward, his reward of you, and your cunt that is finally nice and loose for him, sheathing him so nicely, coating his dick with your slick like the harlot you are. his laboured breaths stutter when your walls pulse around him as you reach your orgasm-- your head tilting back into the mattress.

cock leaking more precum into you, sukuna's eyes become half lidded again as he gets close to his second release.

"you're gonna drive me crazy," he grunts, as his tip reaches your cervix again and again and again.

his thrusts become erratic, and then halts as he busts another thick load into you, making you cry out pitifully.

"fuuck, fuck, fuck...." sukuna shudders, leaning down on his forearms, getting so close that you feel his breath ghosting against your skin, while his other two hands grip onto the sides of your hips. his pecs rub up into your tits and the tongue from his stomach messily laps away at your clit as he empties his balls into you, your pussy seemingly trying to squeeze him dry.

all of his eyes close up as he then kisses you like he's trying to swallow up your tongue. you whimper against his lips, doing your best to reciprocate, struggling to keep up with the pace of this kiss.

he breaks away from your lips.

"c'mon, not good enough. put your tongue into it more," he instructs breathlessly, with somewhat of a disappointed expression. your mind is too hazy from the intense lust but you give a short nod with teary eyes, which makes him smirk before pushing his lips onto you again.

you kiss him back the most you can, and he hums in pleasure, your tongue finally intertwining with his. it distracts you from how full you feel right now, even with only two of his loads in you.

his thrusts slowly start back up again.

"s-sukuna-!" you gasp, breaking the kiss.

"i warned you... it's gonna be a long night," sukuna tells you. he seems to have become more sound of mind after that second orgasm.

"give me more..." he mutters, leaning against the crook of your neck, and licking a stripe up against it, "my precious wife."

your arms wrap around his neck, holding him tight. he grins, and you feel it on your skin.

... eventually when his third load fills you up, he's running his tongue against the shell of your ear, two mouths sucking at each of your nipples, from the way he clasped his palms over your breasts at the last second.

you're trembling beneath him, tears now running down the side of your face, babbling nonsensical words at him.

sukuna leans back to run his third hand through his disheveled hair to slick it up again, and he grins at your state of overstimulation. he feels so good inside you. it was worth waiting and preparing you for so long.

once your orgasm subsides a bit, he finally detaches his mouth-hands away from your tits, making a line of saliva stretch between in the process. then, the mouths disappear. your body relaxes. but sukuna's cock is still inside you.

"you alright, my love?" he asks smugly, looking down at your state of fatigue caused by intense pleasure.

you mumble out something of a 'yes', and he chuckles. his eyes trail down to your now slightly pudgy stomach.

"you're so full with me, my dear wife. haha, it's quite the lovely sight," sukuna tells you softly, pressing his hand down softly against the swell of your tummy. you jolt a little, whining.

"sukuna... too full..."

he leans down closer to your face and wipes the sweat off your forehead, before bringing his lips to the same area gently.

"we can stay like this for a few minutes. rest up. but we're not done yet."

he hasn't even had the chance to sink his teeth into you yet. just a little more. you can do that for him, can't you?

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Perfect to Me |Astarion x Plus-sized! Reader|

Fandom- Baldurs Gate 3

Ship- Astarion/Plus-sized! Reader

Warning(s)- fatphobia, negative thoughts about weight, mentions of Cazador, Swearing

Summary- Reader is upset after a rough day in Baldurs Gate, but Astarion proves that she doesn't need to be.

Word Count- 1,700

A/N- Sorry if this isn't perfect, it has been a while. But merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! (I also changed the name of the fic)

After a long and perilous journey through the Shadow Cursed Lands, The Underdark, and the Mountain Pass to gain allies you finally made your way to Baldurs Gate. The bustling streets and lively atmosphere was almost alien to you after so much time surrounded by nature.

The faces of your companions tell you all you need to know about how they feel at present. Disgust, Excitement, and Fear. You felt for Astarion, it must be terrifying returning to your old hunting grounds after so long, seeing the families of people he had condemned, but that wasn’t who he was now. You felt a fleeting sense of pride that your friend had promised the Gur he would help take down Cazador and find out what happened to their children– Whether they were alive or not is a whole different story.

Karlach on the other hand looked positively elated at being here. Her excitement was certainly infectious, You pause your thoughts and look over at the disgust on Lae’zel’s face, Well maybe not totally infectious. Although you did take note of a glint in Lae’zel’s eyes, she was interested but hid it well.

But even with Karlach’s excitement, you were nervous as all hells. You knew from experience that Baldurs Gate wasn’t a fan of people with your particular build (Well, unless you work in brothels or Burlesque shows but that is a different story.) Knowing what you know about Baldurs Gate you had prepared yourself before you left to expect some comments, looks and even some shoves.

You thought you had managed to keep your anxieties under control and to yourself but that wasn’t the case. Unbeknownst to you, while you were hyperanalysing everything out of nervousness, Astarion was keeping an eye on you. He’d never seen you so nervous- That might not even be the right word, terrified seemed to be the better term.

He didn’t know why you were so scared of everything. He had seen you take down an Orthon just so he could have the information that Raphael promised him. You didn’t have to do that but you did. When he asked you why you simply smiled and said “Because it was important to you.” So he didn’t understand your fears at all. Are you scared of big crowds? Of the idea that someone could jump you? No, thats not it, you’d look more alert than anything, not dazed.

After a few hours of walking around Astarion finally spotted what it was that was scaring you so much. He noticed the glares and whispers being sent in your direction. He was happy that you weren’t an elf because you wouldn't have liked the things he was hearing. He was physically restraining himself from ripping out these peoples throat. You were beautiful. Why couldn't they see that? Why couldn't you see that?

“Isn't she ashamed of coming out here?” Just breathe, Astarion. You'll be no good to the group in prison.

“She's much too big to be in with that lot.” Astarion kept his rage to himself, but he was sure the rest of his group noticed. After all you were connected by those wriggling parasites.

Eventually you all made your way to The Elfsong Tavern when the Emperor decided to reminisce about his time working with Duke Stalemane. Astarion didn't care though, not after noticing how vulnerable you looked, how upset and withdrawn you were.

He wondered if maybe you could hear some of the comments. Or if you were so used to the treatment that you knew what they were going to say.

Karlach barrels into the Tavern with all the grace of… well- Karlach. Finally getting to sleep in a proper bed for the night. Everyone was excited for it. After the trials they had all been through they deserved some much needed rest, even just for the day.

Karlach decided to go down into the Tavern to spend her night eating and drinking, Lae'zel went to the courtyard to practice. The group had discovered a temple with a link to Mystra and naturally relayed this to Gale so that's where he probably is. As for the others? You had no idea.

You took it upon yourself to kick your shoes off and practically face planted one of the beds in the room you rented, barely taking any notice of Astarion's eyes watching your every move.

The energy it took you to not burst out into tears in the streets had taken its toll on you, you were just ready to sleep.

Astarion moved over to you cautiously, for once he was lost for words. He didn't know what to say to you, should he acknowledge the elephant in the room or ignore it?

“Astarion? Are you okay?” You lift your heavy head to look at the handsome Pale Elf that was watching you. His eyes dance with uncertainty. He seemed deep in thought. “Astarion?” You say his name a second time and manage to catch his attention.

He shook himself from his thoughts “Oh, yes, Darling? What were you saying?” He thought his recovery was smooth but his discomfort still showed on his face.

You sit up and pat the spot next to you. Astarion smiled absentmindedly, even burdened by the thoughts of horrible people you were still thinking of others first.

Astarion sits next to you, “I'm fine, but are you. Don't think I didnt notice the way people were looking at you.” He paused, not knowing if he should let on that he heard what they were saying. “Or how they were… talking about you.”

You stayed silent, looking down at your hands. Like Astarion earlier you didn't know what to say. “You noticed that?”

He looked baffled, almost offended that you thought he didn't. “Of course I did! Why wouldn't I? This is you we are talking about Darling, it's so hard for me to not notice you.” He places his hand on top of yours.

The coolness from his hand is a stark contrast to the warmth of his words to you. “Tell me, why do you allow a few rotten apples to treat you so poorly.” He uses his other hand to brush some hair from your face that had fallen when your head lowered with sadness.

“Because its true. I'm nothing special, no one will ever love me the way I want them too. I'll be alone… forever.”

Astarion's heart shattered, he knew what it was like to feel so vulnerable, so self-conscious. He hated that your life in Baldurs Gate made you feel the same.

“Oh, Darling. I wish I could show you just how wrong you are. These people? This group that you brought together, they adore you, I adore you.”

“But why? I feel hideous.” Tears well up in the corner of your eyes, prompting Astarion to lift you chin with one hand and wipe your tears with the other.

“You are far from hideous my gorgeous gorgeous girl, I think you are beautiful, a walking piece of art. You do not deserve to be treated the way you are just because you don't fit in with their callous beauty standards.” The mixture of Astarion's kind words, the nasty glares, and your exhaustion caused you to break down, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Without missing a beat Astarion wrapped his arms around you in a clumsy hug. He could feel your shoulders shake as the tears (sadly) soaked his new doublet.

“You think I'm beautiful?” You sniffled, pulling your head away from his chest but maintaining contact. He may not be physically warm but his actions and words warmed you through.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? I'm not blind, Sweetheart.” A soft smile painted on his lips. Astarion could tell that his words weren't really getting through to you, he knew that it would take a long time for you to finally feel good about yourself, but he can damn well try his best.

“But-” you attempted to say before Astarion shushed you, a finger gently pressed to your lips.

“No buts. I have been around for a long time, I have bedded more men and women than I can count. But you are by far the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on. You are so incredibly and unapologetically you and I would do anything in my power for you to see yourself the way I do.”

“But I'm not thin like other people, how can you say I'm beautiful when I look like this? ” He moved his finger down to your chin so he could tilt your head up.

“Because you are. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, you're the best person for me. I don't want to imagine a life with anyone other than you in it. I adore you darling. I love you and I want you to be happy and I would love for it to be with me.”

Astarion could see your expression change to a more hopeful one. “You love me?”

“I do.” He responds, his eyes darting down to your lips and back to your own again. “Can I kiss you?” The question slipped from his mouth before he could think. You nod your head, still shocked by the sudden confession.

He slowly closed the gap between your lips, when they finally touched Astarion could sense all of your worries melt away. His free hand squeezing the thickness of your thigh as you shared a loving kiss. Astarions fangs brushing against your lips and occasionally nipping them as the kiss deepened.

“Fuck yes! Finally!” You both turned your heads, seeing Karlach stood in the doorway watching as the two of you kissed.

“Man Gale is going to be PISSED. He owes me 60 gold.” She senses the awkwardness she had just caused with her entrance and sheepishly backed away “Don't let me stop you, I was just leaving.”

She slams the door behind her but you could hear her yelling that she was going to be a rich woman and that she knew she had an eye for romance.

The two of you just laughed. This was perfect.

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This is beautiful

a/n: welcome to kinkmas day 1 aka me delving back into writing.

summary: halsin & reader get distracted while mushroom foraging.

tags: NSFW MDNI, size difference, gn!reader, pet names (love, little one, songbird)

wc: ~1.8k

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“Woah, look at that one there!” You pointed to a unique shape poking out from the rotting wood of a felled birch, garnering the attention of your large companion who chuckled softly at your childlike fascination.

“Some Purple Jellydisc; inedible but interesting to look at nonetheless.” Halsin crouched down next to you, his expression equally as captivated by the fungi as yours was.

Food rations in the camp were stable at the moment, but considering how your party seemed to grow and with inclement weather looming on the horizon, you coaxed Halsin into foraging with you. However, coaxing might have been an overstatement because the druid all but jumped up from his spot where he was whittling in favor of joining you on your excursion. You were a decent distance into the forest now with a basket on your arm that was slow to fill, but in your defense, you were understandably distracted.

Halsin stood sturdy against the incoming storm’s wind, a pleasant buffer between you and the elements. It was also the most opportune moment for you to admire just how broad he was while your mind wandered with thoughts of him. The irony of the man built like a tree worshipping the Oak Father wasn’t lost on you, although you wondered exactly what type of oak he would be. Perhaps a Southen Live, with its wide expanse and evergreen foliage? Or maybe the Bur with its massive heights and impressive longevity?

“Ah, here we are- Lion’s Mane! Edible and full of flavor.” Halsin’s deep voice shook you from your rambling thoughts and as you took in the mushroom he was slicing, it was your turn to laugh.

“They really know how to appropriately name these guys. Shame that Turkey Tail isn't edible, it’d be funny to serve it with actual turkey. Hey, wait, there’s Old-Man-of-the-Woods!” You scrambled over one of the broken trunks in front of you to squat down in front of the fungi and cut the fruiting body off before placing it into the basket with the others.

“I’ve been here the entire time, little one, ripe for your harvesting.” The joke was delivered with his usual charming smile as he held his arms out in a gesturing manner towards himself.

Thoughts faltered within your head for a moment as you processed his words and tried to grapple for a response that didn’t make you sound like an immature teenager. “Ripe for my harvesting, yeah? If we don’t find too many more edible things I might have to take you up on that offer.”

“Of course, I'd hate to see you starve. By all means, consume me, little songbird.” His voice lowered at the same time he leaned in closer while his stance widened and his chest puffed outwards, only making him appear larger.

Swallowing the air stuck in your throat, you braced yourself on the tree behind you and looked up into the hazel irises of the druid. The pet name nearly made you whimper as he loomed over you, but his words gave you confidence. You would consume him wholly and entirely. Lips met in a fevered kiss and your hands cupped his face gently while his own covered a wide expanse over your hips, squeezing ever so slightly. Again and again, you kissed until you were gasping for air, leaning your head back to obtain some oxygen, yet Halsin persisted with kisses along your exposed neck.

“Breathtaking.” He whispered against your skin while his hands massaged your ass before he plucked you off the ground.

A surprised squeal of excitement left you as you clamored to hold onto him while you were lifted several feet off the ground. Finally, at eye level, you took advantage and kissed him again, reveling in the decadent noise that left his lips when your hands tugged at his hair. After a couple more tugs, his hair fell from its half-bun to frame his face and tickle at your cheeks. Your legs wrapped around his thick torso, though you didn’t have a chance of crossing your ankles around his back, your legs simply too short and his body far too wide.

Traveling your hands down his neck to his torso, you pulled at his tunic until the front laces came loose. Halsin shuffled you around in his arms like a mere burlap sack so he could shrug his shirt off, while you were left to ogle at his combined balance and strength until he brought you back to him. His warm chest was now bared to you and his hands made quick work of your shirt, being mindful not to tear it while he discarded it. When your bare skin met, it felt like a jolt of electricity coursed through you and ultimately ended as a pulse to your core.

“Please,” your voice wavered as you pleaded with him, tugging at his hair to no avail in an attempt to remove him from the sensitive part of your neck, only earning a breathy chuckle before he responded.

“Please what, my love? Share with me your fantasies and I’ll make them a reality,” his breath fanned across your neck as he relished in your scent, hands caressing up and down your back while his eyes closed.

A desperate whine left you when you realized he was making you voice your desires out loud, still, you were desperate enough to obey the demand, “Please, touch me more. I want all of you.”

“I’d love nothing more,” his last words were nearly a growl, reverberating down through your bones and back.

In one swift motion, you were laid in a soft patch of white clover that embraced you as gently as the druid hovering over you did. Your limbs splayed out as they welcomed the caresses from both plant and druid, the latter of which ever so slowly slid your bottoms off until they were discarded to the side. Halsin sat back on his haunches, fingertips still ghosting your skin while he simply admired the view of you splayed out just for him.

A shiver ran down your spine at the teasing sensation and you parted your legs in a silent beckon for him. Never one to ignore the call of nature’s desires, especially ones that concern your desires, Halsin obeyed. His movements were skilled and experienced, much more than that, he listened. Every movement, every noise, and every twitch you gave told him everything he needed to know about how you were feeling and what you needed from him.

So much so, that it didn’t take long for you to be drowned in ecstasy not just once or twice, but until your body movements were beyond your control and any attempt you made to quiet your noises was futile. Only by the grace of the gods were you finally able to beg for him to stop, and even then he took you over the edge one more time.

“You always taste divine, I can’t quite help myself,” he chuckled under his breath as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “but now you’re more than ready for me, little one. And I intend to give you all of me.”

“Ha, I’d expect nothing less,” you responded breathlessly, still recovering from the praise his mouth and fingers gave you, trying to ignore the way he used your words from earlier against you now.

Sweet kisses were peppered across your face as Halsin slowly slid inside of you, making sure to pause every time one of your small hands squeezed at his bicep. Your mind melted as he pushed deeper inside of you, each additional inch making your eyes roll back. The stretch burned yet the way his heavy hands massaged your hips emboldened you to take more.

Once his tip reached the deepest part of you, he pulled away from leaning over you to down at where you were joined and back up at you, “Well, not quite all of me, though I’m sure we can improve that.”

“Sh-Shut up,” you mumbled while your face heated with embarrassment at his words and your lower half relaxed in anticipation of what was to come.

“Fair enough. So long as you sing for me, my love,” his lips pressed kisses into your hands before holding them to his heart and leaning down once more to shield your smaller form from the rest of the world, his forearms resting in the clovers next to your head.

Nodding, you both agreed to his request and gave him the okay to start moving. He kissed you one more time before giving a testing thrust, after seeing you adjusted to that alright, he slowly picked up a rhythm as smooth as the flowing river. You weren’t new to this, weren’t new to him, you knew what to expect. And yet, when he put his efforts into chasing your high, you found yourself gasping and hands flying to hold onto his shoulders for stability.

The sounds of the daily nature activities didn’t stand a chance at drowning out the noises that resulted from your coupling. You only hoped you were far enough away from camp to avoid the walk of shame, though shame was far from any emotion you had over this. The number of times your pleasure crested was impossible to count while in your current mind state, with some ebbing right into another high.

Halsin was familiar with your body inside and out, and he could see the focus leaving your eyes as your mind went white from the overload of pleasure. His words of praise and sweet promises kept you grounded long enough for you both to worship and relish in the other’s body for one last, deliciously sweet high.

Heavy breaths mingled as your foreheads rested against each other and Halsin’s movements ceased except for the adoring caress of his hands that rubbed back and forth over your thighs. As your lucid thoughts returned to you, a smile spread across your face and your own hands reached out to brush a piece of hair from his eyes.

Decadent bliss filled the small clearing that you shared as pure unfiltered adoration radiated off of one of you flowing into the other and returned tenfold. Within this solace, where the forest surrounded you and hid your tryst away from the rest of the world, you longed for an eternity more of sharing your life with the large druid, whatever may come.

Whatever may come. Including the vampire elf’s near-tantrum when you returned to camp after many hours with less than adequate storage provisions.

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Your breakfast is WHERE?! *screams*

Take Me With You ~ Chapter 7:

Be Honest With Your Captain

Pairing: Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: Buggy takes good care of you, in more ways than one. You finally get to have your bathtub fantasy come true, but Buggy demands something in return.

Chapter Wordcount: 1974

There are 23 chapters total. I'll be posting 1-2 a day here on tumblr, but the full story is available on Ao3 now.

Take Me With You: Masterlist

Ao3 Link ~ Total Fic Word Count: 52,249

Fic Summary: Buggy takes a small town hostage and the reader asks to join him. You take this chance to leave this shithole of a town, one way or another. And Buggy gives you the perfect opportunity to take some revenge before you do. What kind of life will you lead if you pass his violent audition and become one of Buggy's freaks?

*This is a Dark, smutty romance starting shortly before and then following the OPLA timeline. PLEASE HEED THE CONTENT WARNINGS BELOW! MDNI

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, SA/Non-Con occurred in the past - not described during story, reader murders the abuser with Buggy's help, Reader has symptoms of trauma and dissociation, torturing and murdering an unnamed abuser, Knife Throwing, Buggy understands consent except when it comes to his captive audience of course, Consent, Knifeplay, Eventual Smut, Praise Kink, Angst, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Smut, Fem!Reader, Reader Insert, Dark Romance, Slow Burn, Fluff and Smut, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Comeplay, Aftercare, Throat Fucking, Cunnilingus, Hair Pulling, Biting, Overstimulation, Orgasm Delay, Comeshot, Anal Play, Alcohol, Bisexuality, Accidental Exhibitionism, Face-Sitting, Choking, Dom Buggy

A/N: Non-Con is not described, but the Reader murders the unnamed abuser with Buggy's help. Reader experiences a lot of feelings of hatred and trauma. Buggy is a villain in this story, except for how caring he is toward the reader. This romance is dark y'all, a bunch of violence and angst mixed in with their sweet love. Please heed the tags and DO NOT read if any of these may affect you.

The scent of citrus and sandalwood floated to you as Buggy filled the tub, the steam bringing shivers all over your body. Biting your lip with a shy smile, you couldn’t get the memory of all the nights you’d sat in that tub while he was here, so close. You rolled over in the blanket he’d wrapped you in, blood rushing to your face. You felt so fucking happy you wanted to squeal.

Buggy appeared in front of you, head tilting and brows furrowed when he saw your face scrunched into the blankets.

“Are you alright, sweets?”

You saw that Buggy had tucked himself back into his pants, but left the ties undone. You rolled onto your back and tried again to get up.

“I’m just happy,” you felt like such a dork saying that to him with your cheeks flushed, but he jumped onto the bed next to you.

He smoothed your hair away from your face before showering it with kisses, leaving you giggling and shying away.

“Come on sugar, our bath’ll get cold.”

Buggy tore the blanket away, then slowly pulled your pants the rest of the way off, freeing your thighs from his makeshift prison.

His eyes filled with heat again, and you stared as he ripped off his scarf and vest. His skin was perfectly unmarked, not a scar in sight. Your mouth fell open as you took in the dark blue hair that accentuated his chest, and you followed the trail with your eyes, leading further down.

You reached for your corset, but Buggy moved your hands away and loosened it himself, trailing his fingers down your back as he pulled it free. Coming back to face you, he placed his hands on your hips, smoothing them up your skin as he helped you out of your top.

His gaze softened as he traced his fingers down your chest and stomach, coming back up to hold your breasts, making your eyes roll back.

“Bath,” Buggy yelled, his lack of volume control making you laugh. You gasped as he picked you up from the bed and carried you. One of Buggy’s hands flew down to test the water. He held you up, dipping just your toes and then your feet in until you told him it was good. You sank into the water, luxuriating in the heat, then felt a different kind of heat hit you as Buggy stripped. With his pants on the floor, you watched as his toned legs came toward you. His cock was almost fully hard again while he stared down at you.

“Wait, doesn’t water hurt you,” you asked, sudden worry hitting you.

“Just seawater, dollface. Now scooch.”

Smiling, you moved forward in the tub to make room. Buggy slid in behind you and you let out a soft moan at the feel of him, hard against your back.

Buggy pulled you close to him, hugging you and smoothing his fingers down your arms.

“Let me clean you up, vicious, I made quite the mess on you.”

Your head rolled back against his shoulders, and you felt both of his hands disconnect to grab some washcloths and a loofah.

You giggled as you lay against his chest while his hands caressed and scrubbed at your legs, feet, and arms. He massaged soap into your stomach and chest, making you writhe on his hard length pressing against your ass.

“Gods, Buggy, it’s too much,” you begged while you squirmed.

“Shh, let me take care of you,” his raspy voice in your ear made you moan again.

Buggy’s hands used a wash cloth to clean your face, then he moved you to wash his come from your hair, massaging your scalp.

You could almost cry at how heavenly this was. You turned to face him, grabbing a clean washcloth.

“May I,” you asked, gesturing to his face.

Buggy gripped your hand, your breath caught for a moment.

“No. I’ve got it.”

After his forceful ‘no,’ he spoke softly and released your hand, taking the washcloth gently. You watched, mesmerized, aching to see him without his greasepaint for the first time.

He looked at you hesitantly, looking away quickly. You reached for his shoulder instead of his face, understanding that he was self conscious because of his nose.

“You are so beautiful, Buggy.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, sending his hand to toss the washcloth in a bin.

“I’m serious, Buggy, I love the way you look. You are sexy and unique. I love your beautiful nose. It makes me feel safe. I always know that it’s you next to me, only you touching me.”

You hadn’t recognized those feelings until you said them, but you let the truth of them flow through your eyes, hoping he’d believe them.

Buggy’s eyes softened and he leaned forward to kiss your lips, so softly.

“Let’s get some more hot water in here,” Buggy almost yelled again.

Buggy turned and let you wash his long, silky hair, the color of it fascinating you. When you were both fully clean, Buggy pulled you back against his chest. You could still feel him hard against your skin, making your heart speed up.

A few moments went by of you enjoying Buggy's quiet humming, the sound vibrating through you. Then Buggy cleared his throat, and his voice crept out with an almost teasing tone.

“You know, sometimes when you’d take your baths in here, I swore I could hear something through the door.”

You tensed with embarrassment as his hands started lightly stroking your arms and legs again.

“It got me wonderin’ what my little freak could be doing in here all alone.”

You chewed on your lip, feeling his hands slide closer to your core.

“Were you touching yourself in my tub while I sat in the next room?”

His words tickled your ear, deep and raspy as one finger started tracing along the outside of your lips, so achingly close to the slick building down there.

“Be honest with your Captain,” he growled as his free hand scraped its nails along your thigh, bringing a breathy moan to your lips.

“Yes, Captain. I would lay here and touch myself, wishing your hands were fucking me instead.”

He groaned in your ear, thrusting against your ass, the feel of him twitching behind you driving you fucking crazy.

“Hmm, I can grant your wish, you naughty little freak. But first you have to open wide and take my cock in your sweet mouth. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Too fucking needy to think, you moaned, ‘uh huh,’ and opened your mouth, not stopping to think about your need to change positions first.

“Mm, good girl,” he praised, and then you gasped as you felt movement behind you.

You felt his throbbing cock and tight balls dragging up your body, completely separate from him. You watched, mouth gaping as it hovered in front of you, then shoved itself down your open throat.

You choked, and Buggy pulled out just long enough for you to cough and breathe, then resumed his thrusts.

You wanted to lick and kiss his pulsing tip, but you relaxed your jaw and breathed through your nose, enjoying the sensation of Buggy fucking your mouth.

You whimpered around him, then moaned more desperately as he growled in your ear.

“Oh sweets, you’re taking my cock so fucking well. You deserve a reward from your Captain.”

Both of Buggy’s hands smoothed down your thighs until you writhed from the sudden attention. One hand used your slick to attack your clit, and the other shoved two fingers inside of you.

Buggy whispered quickly, “Is this okay,” and you frantically held one of your thumbs ups, tears streaming down your face from the stimulation.

“Good girl, show me you're mine. Scream around my cock, baby.”

He bit the lobe of your ear and you obeyed, muffled screams spilling from you as you focused on taking his dick, on being the perfect freak for your Captain.

His fingers inside you curled and tortured that delicious spot, the other circling you clit. You shook and cried as you came in his arms, still so filled with him.

You felt Buggy start to pulse and throb, and your orgasm kept going as his come poured down your throat. The sounds of his moans and his arms squeezing around you filled you with bliss. You took all of his come, swallowing as he pulled out of you slowly. You licked the tip as it moved away, making Buggy twitch and groan behind you.

You giggled as you watched his dick plop into the water. Buggy grabbed your face, shifting your body slightly so you could look up at him.

He rubbed a thumb across your lips, his satisfied smile making you shiver.

“You were such a good girl for me, beautiful. Let’s go to sleep so I can show you what else I can do tomorrow.”

Your eyes rolled back at the thought, your pussy clenching again even after all the pleasure he’d given you. Chuckling softly, Buggy lifted you out of the bath, drying you with a soft towel, kissing along your arms and face. He carried you to the bed, then swore quietly.

You gasped again as his arms were suddenly holding you in the air while the rest of his body hopped onto the bed. You couldn’t help but laugh as he kicked all the blankets and pillows off, the sound of at least one muffled knife hitting the floor. He twirled to face you with a wink before one of the hands on the arms holding you flew off. It yanked the knife out that was embedded on the target board above the bed, and tossed it aimlessly across the room.

“Will you need to move that now,” you asked, gesturing at the ceiling, remembering the first time you saw the board.

He grinned at you, reconnecting with his arms before placing you gently in the center of the bed.

“Of course, dollface, you're mine now. I can’t have you gettin' stabbed everytime we go to sleep.”

You felt warmth flow through your chest at his words, knowing that you’d be sleeping in his bed, feeling his touch every night. You felt warm, happy tears start along your eyes and you shook your head to stave them off.

His hands were on your cheeks before his body made it next to you.

“What’s the matter sweetheart?”

“Nothing, Buggy. I’m just happy.”

His cheesy smile pierced your heart, and then he blew raspberries on your arms and legs until you squealed and kicked him away. He dug through the pile to find some knife-free pillows and blankets, before wrapping you in comfort, hugging you against him.

You haven’t fallen asleep so easily in years.

You woke to the sounds of Patricia banging on the door to your quarters down the hallway, yelling for you to get your ass up.

Buggy groaned and swore before sitting up and screaming at her.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, WE’RE TAKING THE DAY OFF!”

“Yes, captain,” you heard her reply, recognizing the amusement in her voice.

Grinning up at him, you pulled the blanket back over your bare chest to snuggle into the warmth. Buggy gazed down at where your breasts had been in view, biting his lip.

“Before we go back to sleep, I think I wanna have breakfast first.”

“Okay,” you said cheerfully, moving to get dressed and head to the galley. Buggy’s hands flew in front of you to pin you back to the bed.

“No, sweets. My breakfast is sitting right here.”

Buggy’s wicked grin as he crawled on top of you made your insides twist with need. You arched your back at the promise in his eyes.

It was going to be a good day.

Thank you for reading! 💜

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Take Me With You ~ Chapter 6:

Can I Have You Now?

Pairing: Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: Buggy does your makeup, and he loves turning you into his little freak. You let yourself have what you've been craving for weeks. !!SMUT ALERT!! It's finally time. 🤡🤭

Chapter Wordcount: 2854

There are 23 chapters total. I'll be posting 1-2 a day here on tumblr, but the full story is available on Ao3 now.

Take Me With You: Masterlist

Ao3 Link ~ Total Fic Word Count: 52,249

*This is a Dark, smutty romance starting shortly before and then following the OPLA timeline. PLEASE HEED THE CONTENT WARNINGS BELOW! MDNI

You bit the inside of your lip at Buggy’s heated smile, and watched him take off his gloves with his teeth. You had to close your eyes when his fingers gently gripped along your chin toward him.

“Open your eyes.”

You obeyed, your breath stopping in your throat at his crystal eyes, staring so deeply into yours from inches away.

“Vicious,” he rasped under his breath and you bit your lip hard to stop from shivering under his touch.

You stared mesmerized as he glanced at your lips, only for his own to part and his tongue to lightly wet them.

He sat back, removing his hands from your face as he shook himself.

“Your face doesn't always have to be the same. But you gotta find what’s you, what people will recognize, your personality.” Buggy’s eyes trailed toward the piles of belts and straps he’d set down and he hummed to himself.

Buggy started on your makeup, accentuating the smokiness that was already around your eyes. You kept your eyes closed and almost purred at the sensation of his fingers and brushes, softly creating art across your face.

Your body felt hot and the gentle pressure you felt from his ungloved fingers made your breathing flutter, your eyes almost rolling back in your head before you caught yourself.

When you did open your eyes, your blood raced through you. His eyes, so focused on every detail. His ungloved fingers holding you in place, his hand with the brush softly pressing a finger against your skin to steady his movements. The tiniest bit of tongue visible between his teeth. His slow breath on your skin. You had to close your eyes again, especially when he scooted closer, his legs spreading wide to lean over your thighs.

“Almost done sweetheart, will you open your eyes for me?”

You opened your eyes, almost sad to see him leaned away from you. He smiled, and then leaned toward you with another brush.

“Finishing touch. Part your lips for me.”

You obeyed immediately, trying to steady your breathing. You stared into his face as his eyes focused on your lips. He held your face in one hand to tilt you toward him. The sensation of his other skilled hand moving the brush across your skin. The way the cool makeup slid along your lips, making you want to reach your tongue out to feel it.

His eyes lost focus as the brush pulled at your bottom lip. Licking his lips, he motioned for you to turn toward the mirror.

In the mirror, the old you was truly gone. The clothes Buggy had chosen made you feel confident and powerful. Your new face made you beam with happiness and pride. You were Buggy’s vicious freak.

Along with your dark, accentuated eyes, Buggy had painted your face with two large, blue daggers. They pointed down, the handles starting on your forehead above each brow, the hilts spread out over your eyelids, with the blades piercing down through your eyes below each pupil and down your cheeks. With blood red lips for the final touch.

You turned to him, mouth parted in excitement.

He kept staring at your red lips as you whispered, “I love it, Captain.”

Buggy brushed a wisp of hair away from your face as he continued staring, his eyes flicking to your chest when his touch made you gasp softly. You felt his intake of breath as he noticed your body’s responses. He looked into your eyes, his own darkening as he returned his hand to the side of your face.

You had no thoughts of the past. Your mind was clear.

All you wanted was Buggy.

“May I kiss you, Vicious?”

“Please, Captain.”

You felt a growl rumble through him, but his grip on you stayed gentle. His lips met yours and the glide of greasepaint across you both made you smile into him. Buggy kept his face tilted, keeping his nose from pressing against you as best as he could. You wanted to reassure him, but felt yourself melting into the kiss.

Buggy kept that hand along your face, then you felt the other softly grasp the back of your neck, and your eyes rolled back as you reached for him, grabbing for his striped vest.

Buggy pulled away and you loved the mess of makeup around his mouth.

He gave a satisfied grin and traced his finger along your cheek.

“Now you look like a freak.”

As his finger continued sliding down along your bottom lip, you pulled it into your mouth and sucked.

Buggy’s body jerked toward you with a groan, making you moan around his finger.

“Fuck, Y/N, what are you doing?”

You took his hand in both of yours, pulling his finger out of your mouth with a gentle scrape of your teeth, keeping your heavy lidded gaze on his.

“I want you, Buggy. I want to be yours.”

The heat searing from his stunning eyes made your breathing heavy. You gently massaged his hand with your thumbs, but made no other move.

“Can I have you now?”

His words held such a mix of need and barely held together gentleness that it made you clench your thighs with anticipation, Buggy’s hand twitching in yours as he took you in.

“Yes, Captain.”

“I love it when you call me that.” Buggy’s heated rasp made your insides twist with pleasure as he pulled you up by your hands and leaned in to breathe his next words against your ear.

“I need you to be a good girl for your Captain.”

You couldn’t help but shiver and you let out a whisper of a moan.

“You will tell me to stop anytime you need me to, no matter what we’re doing. You will let me know what works for you and what doesn’t. And sweets, you will tell your Captain how to make your body writhe while you come for me over and over.”

You cried out as Buggy’s words cracked something within you. The part of you that never thought you’d be able to enjoy sex without the past staining it. The part that just put it aside and let sex be something that would never be fully satisfying or comfortable. That part that had already mourned all the pleasure you’d never get to experience.

Here with this dangerous man, the most feared in the East Blue. Here at his mercy, his body so close you could feel his breath. Here is where you felt the safest.

This feeling of safety let your body crave the simmering danger he promised as well. You were practically shaking with it all. Your mind flashed onto the image of that man on the wheel, but this time you just saw his blood dripping onto the floor, with the daggers that you and Buggy had thrown, glinting in the light. You let the thought of that worthless man fade away and opened your eyes to see Buggy so close to you, not touching yet, but a hair's breadth away.

“Will you be a good girl for me and remember all those rules?”

His voice was so low, his eyes dilated as his forehead leaned toward yours.

“I’ll be a good girl for my Captain.”

The words breathed out of you and into his mouth as he captured your lips. Buggy’s arms wrapped around your hips and the back of your head, pulling you tight against him. You felt him hard against your hip, the feel of his cock making you cry out. He took that opening to invade your mouth with his tongue, his breathing and movements almost frantic as he ate at you, pulling on your lip with his teeth and you couldn’t help but return the energy.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you lifted a thigh to wrap around his hip. Buggy growled into your mouth and gripped both of your thighs, making you leap onto him as he carried you to the bed.

You tore off his striped bandana and twisted your fingers into his long blue hair. The silkiness of it surprised you and the sensation made you writhe against him. Buggy threw you both onto his bed, one arm outstretched to stop him from crushing you. The feeling of him grinding himself on you was so intense. Even with all the clothes between you, it made you feel like you were burning up, leaving you panting underneath him.

“Please.”

You moaned as he rubbed his length along your center again, the friction of the clothes almost too much.

“I told you to tell your Captain what you want,” he growled, his mouth moving to breathe over your neck. He licked and kissed along it, until he almost reached your shoulder.

“Obey your Captain’s orders or you’ll be punished.”

His raspy, dangerous words made you moan again, mind almost lost to the feel of him.

Then his teeth bit down on your neck, starting gently but quickly getting sharper until you yelped in pleasure and pain.

“Did you fucking hear me?”

His words sent heat right through you. You wanted him desperately, and you wanted to give him every part of yourself.

“I-I want you to fuck me Captain, please fuck me!”

Buggy found your mouth again, tongue swirling around yours. His fingers were suddenly tearing into your pants, pulling them down just enough to dip down into your folds and find the wetness building there. He hummed approvingly as you cried out into his mouth, his fingers already playing expertly around your clit. He stopped kissing you just long enough to whisper praise along your lips.

“My girl’s so wet, just for me.”

Your head fell backwards and you ground yourself onto his fingers, moaning louder as he plunged one into your folds, curling it within you. He pulled himself back with one hand by your head to watch your face as he added another finger.

You felt yourself so close already, remembering all the times you touched yourself in his tub, just aching for his fingers to fuck you like this. You felt his other hand grab your cheeks and force you to look at him, and the manic look in his eyes was enough to make you moan his name, clenching his fingers with your pussy as the orgasm hit you.

“Oh my, what a little star you are.”

Buggy’s eyes shined down at you and he kept you twitching with gentle circles on your clit.

“You told me you wanted me to fuck you, is that still true, dollface?”

“Yes please, Captain,” you breathed out, barely able to think.

“Show me how much you want it.”

Buggy’s blue-green eyes were almost black with heat as he rasped out those words. You felt the touch of his fingers, slick with your pleasure, tracing along your bottom lip.

You kept your eyes locked on his while you lifted your head to take his fingers into your mouth. You moaned at his reaction, as he thrust his body forward from the sensation. You took your time, licking and sucking yourself off of every spot, playing with his fingers with your tongue and mouth the way you desperately wanted to suck his cock.

The look in his eyes was dangerous and you yelped when he removed his hand from your lips and yanked your tight pants down to your knees.

You felt Buggy’s disconnected hands find both of yours, lifting them above your head. Buggy trapped both your hands against the bed with one of his own and he looked down at you with questioning eyes. You bit your lip and nodded for him to continue, shuddering at the sinful smile he gave you.

With his free hand, Buggy traced his fingers down your face, then caressed along your top and corset.

“Don’t worry dollface, I’m gonna take good care of you later, but right now I’m going to do exactly what you asked for. I need to fuck my vicious freak just like this, all dolled up for her Captain.”

Your breathing became heavy and you writhed under him as you watched him unclasp his belt and pants with his free hand. He kept his clothes on, but released his cock, heavy and twitching. You felt your mouth hanging open with need at the sight of the precum pooling and spilling down the tip.

Buggy stroked himself, looking down at the sight of you, trapped by his hand, and the pants at your knees, dressed up just for him. He licked his lips, and you saw his eyes shift, his breathing sounding almost desperate.

“You’re mine.”

You cried out at his words, and his sudden, rough movements against you.

He used his one hand and arms to push your legs up toward you, moving to one shoulder so he could still look down at your face. He stared down into your needy eyes and when he got you in position his hand flew down to grasp his cock. You moaned his name as he swirled the tip around your clit, and then you screamed it as he slammed into you, the angle and the pants trapping your thighs making you whimper with the intensity.

It was so fast and deep that it hurt, but it felt so fucking good you didn’t care. You threw your head back as you screamed in pleasure, until his free hand gripped your face so hard your lips pushed forward.

Buggy pulled you back to watch him as he fucked you, using his forearms to push your trapped thighs further to the side while he took you. He hammered into you like there was treasure on the other side.

You screamed at the new angle and then screamed out his name when you saw him laughing, eyes almost crazed as he watched you, drool pooling in the corners of your lips that he kept forced open.

“What are you sweets,” Buggy asked with his voice pitched a bit higher, more frantic than you’d ever heard it.

“I’m yours, Captain Buggy! I’m all fucking yours!”

Your last words melted into another scream as you came around his cock in shattering waves. You twitched, feeling Buggy still pounding within you as his laugh almost outdid your screams.

Buggy fucked you through your orgasm, until the sensations were almost too much and you writhed underneath him.

You gasped at the sudden emptiness, as Buggy pulled away from you. He released your hands and stroked his length, still dripping from your slick. The hand on your face let go and pushed your legs back down to the bed.

You could hardly think or move, but you watched Buggy touch himself and bit your lip.

“Do you want your Captain to make a mess all over your pretty new outfit?”

Buggy’s evil grin made your insides twitch again and you begged.

“Please Captain Buggy, please come all over me, I need it.”

Buggy straddled you, making you gasp again, then squirm underneath him at the sight of him so close.

“Open your mouth, let me make a mess on my little freak.”

You opened your mouth wide, letting your tongue hang out and you loved the way it made him moan.

His free hand gripped and pulled your hair, sending decadent chills through you.

“Please Captain, please daddy, I want your come so bad.”

You held out your tongue as he groaned above you, feeling such pleasure and pride through your skin as your Captain came for you. Hot spurts of come shot out, covering your corset, your neck, your hair, and your lips.

Buggy gazed down at you with an almost dazed expression and you smiled as his cock twitched when he saw you lick his come from your lips.

He fell upon you in another wild kiss, like he couldn’t get enough of you. His throat filled with soft, needy sounds as he tasted himself on your tongue.

You put your hands to his face and gently pushed him back. He jumped away, not touching you anymore.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, are you okay?”

You smiled at his sweet panic.

“I’m okay Buggy, I just wanted to look at your face.”

You touched his hand and watched the fear and guilt fade from his eyes.

“Like what you see?”

“Very much,” you laughed in reply. You tried to reach up toward him, wanting to hug him, but he chuckled when you noticed that your body still couldn’t do much.

Buggy grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around you, kissing your cheek and stroking your hair.

“I’m gonna run a bath for ya, doll, I’ll be right back. Do you need some water or anything?”

“I just need you to join me in the bath.”

Your whispered request brought blush to your cheeks, even after all you’d just done together.

He grinned your favorite grin, the soft one with squinty eyes.

“Only if you tell me what you are.”

“I’m yours,” you breathed, as you melted into a soft kiss, his lips still smiling against your skin.

Thank you for reading! 💜

Part 7

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THE ENDING DKSHSISBSIS OH MY LANTIS

Take Me With You ~ Chapter 4:

I Feel Safe With You

Pairing: Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: You get acquainted with your new home, and Buggy wants to keep you close. Some freaks may not be thrilled with that. Get to know the ship, her crew, and what your days will look like as you train to be Buggy's star.

Chapter Wordcount: 3117

There are 23 chapters total. I'll be posting 1-2 a day here on tumblr, but the full story is available on Ao3 now.

Take Me With You: Masterlist

Ao3 Link ~ Total Fic Word Count: 52,249

*This is a Dark, smutty romance starting shortly before and then following the OPLA timeline. PLEASE HEED THE CONTENT WARNINGS BELOW! MDNI

Buggy led you through the Big Top on a grand tour of his ship, his home. You started on deck, and could hardly keep up as Buggy pointed at everything in sight telling you their names and functions. You startled when he turned and jumped in front of you, emphasizing his words with gloved hands.

“Don’t worry sweetness, I’ll set you up with a crewmate for more lessons before the pop quiz!”

You laughed, but realized he was serious. He spun on his heel and led you below deck, skipping now and then.

Every crewmate you passed greeted the captain, and most greeted you as well. You’d never been on a boat before, and the gentle waves felt a lot stranger while walking. You caught your hands along the hallway walls a few times, and at one point you lurched straight into Buggy’s back.

His head lifted from his shoulders and turned around to wink down at you.

“You’ll get your sea legs soon, dollface.”

Buggy pointed out all the main rooms of the ship, stating names you didn’t recognize. Buggy was still moving so quickly that you barely had time to pop your head inside to figure out what they were. You definitely wouldn’t have called the bathroom ‘the head,’ so you were glad you checked.

Eventually you found your way to a surprisingly large room filled with weapons, circus props, training dummies, and a small group of freaks practicing their skills. You watched in awe as a thin man in black and white striped tight pants and a loose orange tank top threw cards at a row of potatoes set up on a table. The muscles in his arm tightened under his dark skin with every flick of his wrist. You were impressed that the locs framing his face hardly seemed to move when his arm whipped the cards. Each potato had a card sunk at least halfway through it, and the last was sliced clean in half.

All the pirates greeted the Captain and stopped their practice.

“Nice throw Decker, but make sure you slice them all next time. And get them to the galley when you’re done, we can’t waste a good potato!”

The card thrower nodded with a “yes, captain,” and pulled a card out of nowhere to play with it in his hands.

Buggy’s voice boomed a bit louder than necessary with how close you all were, and he paced slowly as if giving a lesson.

Gesturing to you, Buggy addressed the small group, his eyes scanning them as if ensuring they were focused.

“As you all witnessed last night, Y/N is a natural talent and we’re lucky to have her. But she’s new to this flashy world and we’ve got to get her up to speed before our big gig comin’ up. Patricia, you’ll grab Y/N in the mornings and get her trained up with ships functions and duties.”

Buggy had pointed toward a stunning woman with a tight bun of sleek black hair on her head, and a silver leotard with sparkling green tights. She was poised, perfectly balanced on a medium sized red ball as she affirmed to the captain. She flicked her gorgeous brown, monolid eyes your way with a small smile.

“Stera, after lunch, you’ll teach our new freak how to fight, bring out her claws.”

Your eyes followed Buggy’s hand, suddenly gripping four daggers between his fingers for emphasis. You made eye contact with a short pirate with light blonde shoulder length hair, shaved on one side. Their leather outfit matched well with the black greasepaint smeared around their mouth, nose, and eyes like a melted skeleton. They acknowledged the order and bared their teeth at you, laughing and smiling when you didn’t flinch.

“And after dinner, she’ll be practicing her throws with me. I expect this room to be empty so that the newbie can focus. We need her sharp as a blade as soon as possible.”

Buggy had turned to face you at those words and you couldn’t help but grin at him.

“Dismissed, get your asses back to work!”

His voice had raised too loud again, and his hands flew above the group with a few snaps to rush them, all while he kept his eyes on you.

Buggy jerked his head toward the door, and you walked backwards for a moment to wave at your crewmates. Most had already looked away to resume their training, but Stera gave you a chilling smile and the creepiest wave you’d ever received. You held in a shudder and followed your captain out the door to resume the fast paced tour. You couldn’t help but chew your lip with a small smile at the thought of how cute Buggy was all filled with excitement, and you wondered how often he acts this way.

Finally reaching an area of the ship with more spacious hallways and ornate doors, Buggy stopped next to one and leaned against the wall.

“This here’s yours, love. Two doors down is Cabaji. Mohji’s right there, but he usually sleeps with Richie, and I didn’t want him chewing on this nice wood.”

Buggy patted the door with one hand before turning around and pointing to a set of double doors.

“That’s me. I’ve got a private bathing room that you’re welcome to use instead of the communal one downstairs.”

Shaking your head, your brain worked too slowly for a moment.

“Sh-shouldn’t I be down with the rest of the crew? I don’t, uh, want them to be upset about special treatment.”

Buggy turned on you with a glare that stopped your breath.

“This is MY ship, and those IDIOTS better respect my decisions unless they want to be fed to Richie!”

You watched the veins on Buggy’s neck recede as he slowed his breathing and stepped toward you with a saccharine smile.

“Don’t worry, dollface. You proved yourself to the crew last night and again this morning. You’re a star, and I’m going to keep you close so you can shine for me.”

Part of you told you to be scared of him. But that part of you was shrinking more every moment you spent by his side. You realized you wanted to be as close to him as possible. You sighed contentedly and walked toward the door to your room.

“Thank you Captain, will you show me my quarters?”

Buggy’s almost manic energy returned and he bowed low as he let you through the door.

Dark wood walls and furniture, the curtains, cushions, and blankets all a mix of deep blues, maroons, and golds, with some chaotic accents of circus stripes and polka dots of various colors. A comfy looking bed laden with pillows, a heavy desk by the window, a wardrobe taller and you, and a small vanity all overwhelmed you. You never would have imagined such luxury for yourself, let alone on a pirate’s ship.

“Well,” Buggy asked with impatience in his voice. He leaned his head down toward your face with his eyebrows raised and his arms waving toward the room.

“It’s beautiful, thank you so much,” you breathed out, still stunned. “Are you sure this is okay?”

His eyes flashed briefly but he breathed before nodding.

“I told you, sweetheart, I’m the captain. What I say goes, and if anyone gives you trouble, we’ll use ‘em for target practice, alright?”

“Alright, Captain.”

Buggy pointed out a door to a small room with a private toilet and sink, but no tub or shower. He motioned you back to the hallway, his hands opening the door and guiding you out as he followed close behind. He led you toward his room and you felt your heart rate coursing through you. With another exaggerated bow, Buggy led you through his double doors and into his quarters.

Buggy’s room was an assault on the senses. Where yours had at least a semblance of a color theme, Buggy’s room was as if a kaleidoscope had been turned into décor.

It smelled like Buggy, that citrus, sea salt, and sandalwood you remembered from his blankets last night. You closed your eyes and shivered from the scent before returning to make sense of everything else. His quarters weren’t filthy, everything looked clean. Except that there seemed to be a hopefully organized chaos of items strewn about. A couple trunks of clothes and treasure spilling over, the vanity from the tent was set up in front of one of the large windows, the fading sunlight glinting off the glitter and greasepaint still smeared across, almost artistically. His desk was massive and covered in maps and papers, some tacked up onto the wall. You could see a large doodle of the Marine’s symbol with a bomb and explosion surrounding it.

Buggy’s bed looked so comfortable with its mass of pillows, and you could see a few daggers on the nightstand and the floor near it, as well as a large chunk of thick wood nailed above the bed. The wood was covered in holes and there was still a dagger stuck deep in it above the mattress, as if Buggy tossed it into the air in his sleep. You noticed that there had been some other doodles on that board, but they were hard to make out under the evidence of many sunken daggers.

Buggy smiled at you expectantly.

“Your quarters are amazing, do you throw knives in bed?”

Buggy laughed and ran to pick some up off the floor.

“It’s not like they can hurt me when they fall. I would probably have to move my target board if anyone ever joined me in bed."

Buggy’s eyes widened at his words before he choked out a loud cough and pointed you toward another door.

“Here’s the bathing room,” he declared, his voice once again almost making you jolt with its sudden volume shift.

You followed Buggy through the door and smelled the citrus and sandalwood scent of the soap within. He showed you the towels, and pointed to a blue robe for you to use.

“Anytime you want to have a soak, just knock. I’ll leave and go on deck or grab some grub or something.”

“Why are you being so kind to me,” you asked, your words slipping out before you could stop them. Your breath hitched, afraid that questioning him again would piss him off.

Buggy leaned close to your face, and tilted his head again, as if trying to keep his red nose from getting too close to you.

“Because you’re my freak, of course.”

His words were slow and you heard the slightest emphasis on the word ‘my.’

“Is that alright with you?”

You bit the inside of your lip and nodded, the intensity in his eyes bringing heat up your cheeks.

“Good, it’d better be!”

Buggy’s infectious smile and laughter poured out of him again, and you let it move over you, washing away the shudder at the potential threat in those words.

He’s a pirate. Of course his behaviors are intense, this life takes power and chaos.

You felt your thoughts easing you, reminding you of how amazing all of this was, how grateful you are to be here with him. So what if he’s a little scary, he’s a fucking pirate! And now I am too.

“Let’s hit the galley before bed, you’ve got a big day tomorrow, little star!”

You beamed up at Buggy as he gripped your chin lightly with his thumb and forefinger.

The galley was less crowded than the party last night, it looked as if the crew were eating in shifts. You made your way to grab some food while Buggy joined Cabaji at the elevated table and you saw someone rush food over to him. You knew that you were already getting special treatment, so you found an empty table and sat amongst the crew. Patricia joined you with a smile, a silky pink robe and black slip replacing her silver leotard.

“Are you ready for tomorrow, Y/N?”

You grinned nervously back at her and swallowed your bite.

“I don’t think I have any idea of what to expect, but I’m excited,” you answered honestly, with a nervous laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you up to speed in no time,” her confident smile was reassuring.

“Where did the captain set you up for quarters?”

You couldn’t stop your slight grimace as you told her where to find you in the morning. You held your breath at her raised brows and explained.

“I tried to convince him to put me with everyone, but he said it was his orders.”

You felt embarrassment course through you as you watched her shake her head with a small laugh.

“Well, there’s no arguing with that. We definitely want to get you trained up, there will be some in the crew that’ll want to prove themselves against you.”

You followed Patricia’s eyes to Buggy’s table in the corner to your right. You’d made a point of not looking at him while eating with the crew, but heat rushed through your chest as you caught him staring at you. He had the smallest of smiles along the edge of his lips and you gave a shy smile back. Before you turned away, you saw that Cabaji had been leaning in to speak to Buggy, but his serious gaze flashed toward you.

Patricia’s words felt heavier now as you met her eyes with a nod.

“Thank you.”

You ate slowly after the pressure to prove yourself hitched up, but luckily Patricia stuck around for a bit.

You couldn’t help but like her instantly. Her lilting voice and laughter were lovely, making you want to continue hearing it.

“Get yourself to bed now, I will get you up by force tomorrow if I need to.”

Patricia winked and grabbed your dishes for you.

As you made your way out of the galley, you were disappointed to see Buggy’s table empty.

You have a pretty good memory and sense of directions, but you got turned around a bit trying to get to your quarters. You ended up in another large hallway with some strange smells. You were about to turn around when you heard a low roar.

Smiling, you crept quietly toward the large swinging doors the sound had come from. You were to the side of the door and about to push it in to take a look, but a hushed voice made you pause.

“Did you see the way he stares at her?”

“So what, Cabaji? It’ll be good for the captain to have a little company.”

Your pulse shot up and you pressed yourself against the wall by the door. You told yourself to leave, but you couldn’t walk away from their words.

“I’m leaving for the scouting mission tomorrow. I don’t want to come back to some no talent bitch calling the shots because Buggy’s gone soft.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Shut the fuck up, Mohji! Don’t you get it, he’s distracted. I don’t want our captain to get us all killed because he can’t keep his eyes off some useless girl!”

Richie let out a menacing growl at Cabaji’s raised voice, and you heard Mohji make cooing sounds before replying.

“Don’t be a dick, man. It’s not her fault Buggy’s paying more attention to her than you. Just focus on being a badass, and don’t get killed at the marine base.”

You heard Cabaji huff and were about to leave your spot against the wall.

The doors swung open almost violently, but luckily it just covered your presence. Cabaji sped past on his unicycle as you held your breath.

The sounds of Mohji speaking to the lion shook you out of it. You walked in the direction the acrobat had sped down, hoping it would lead to your room.

It probably would have taken less time if you’d asked one of your crewmates along the way, but you weren’t quite ready to tell everyone where you were sleeping, if they didn’t already know.

When you found your hallway, you tried not to exist as you walked past Cabaji’s room, and you smiled toward Buggy’s as you stepped into yours.

A lamp had been left on by the bed and you saw a pile of folded clothes with a note.

'I scrounged these up for you for now, I hope you like them. If you’d like a bath tonight, just knock. -B'

Buggy’s handwriting was surprisingly pretty, and you stroked the words with your thumb.

You flipped through the clothes, smiling to yourself. You tried to convince yourself to go to bed, but you couldn’t. You picked out some nightclothes and carried them into the hallway, stepping quietly.

Bouncing on your tiptoes with flutters in your chest, you knocked on the Captain’s door.

“COME IN!”

Laughing at his near scream of a command, you cracked one of the doors and leaned your head in.

Buggy jumped off the bed, throwing one last dagger at the board, which promptly fell to the blankets.

“Hey sweets, let me get the bath going for you.”

He moved quickly to the door, stubbing his toe along the way with a “gah, fuck!”

You pursed your lips not to giggle, and followed him.

“You really don’t have to do this, Captain, I’ll be fine.”

“I’m already on my knees, darling,” he winked as he knelt to start the tub. You leaned against the doorframe and enjoyed how Buggy fussed over making the perfect bath for you, even lighting a few candles.

When it was ready, Buggy stood before you, sweat glistening on his skin from the steam. You stared at it, wondering how he looks without his now slightly faded makeup.

His eyes squinted in that cute grin of his and you beamed back. He moved to leave, but kept his eyes on you as he walked away.

“Enjoy your bath, sweets, I’ll come back to the room in about an hour.”

“You don’t have to go.”

Buggy stopped with a soft smile.

“It’s alright, Y/N, I want you to feel safe here. I don’t mind.”

He paused mid breath as your hand reached out to grasp his. He’d removed his gloves while filling the bath and you felt tingling chills crawl up your skin at the feeling of his warm fingers in yours.

“I feel safe with you.”

You were afraid that you’d gone too far by the look on Buggy’s face. He seemed shocked for a moment, almost hurt. You started to pull your hand away but he pulled it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss along your knuckles.

“Enjoy your bath, sweetheart. I’ll be here.”

Thank you for reading! 💜

Part 5

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